Haiku - November 30, 2023
Haiku - November 30, 2023 Much warmer today Must take advantage of this A warm, four mile walk
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Stillness
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Stillness The meadow is quiet with just a whisper of wind. Leaves on the buckthorn stir only slightly. A lone rabbit, up and out before the deer and squirrels, grazes in the grass. The sun rises seemingly slower in late November, and never arcs very high. It is a time for introspection, a time to remember why we are here.
Shakespearean Coins
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Shakespearean Coins Here’s my brief statement on war, utilizing phrases coined by Shakespeare. His phrases are in parentheses. “In my mind’s eye” both sides have at their core a “heart of gold.” But that’s “cold comfort” in this “brave new world” which “ beggars all description.” There’s nothing but “sound and fury.” For sure it’s “much ado about nothing,” a “fool’s paradise,” “a plague on both their houses.” They must return to love, for “love is blind,” the “milk of human kindness.”
A World Upside Down
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A World Upside Down Written for no good reason, other than that writers need to write… Land is the sky, sky is the ground Somehow we’re standing on air, totally unbound Standing on our heads, like balloons so round We float through the air, the air that was the ground With the “up there” ground, up there is brown The air, under, is blue, blowing through the floating town There roots grow up, branches grow down Roofs where the cellars were, cellars up not down So we live down in the roof, ourselves upside down We float through the blue air, being careful of our crown Sun at night, moon the other way around Stars dark spots on the “up there” ground Here nouns are verbs and verbs are nouns Why don’t we food some eat, some ground round There’s more to this story, I’m just getting up-wound Here a dog meows like a kitten, a kitten barks like a hound Me, I’m upside down, floating to the cat pound Delivering the barking kitten to the feline lost and found
Sky
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Sky The sun fell out of the sky one day Seemed to sputter-out in the lake But then the moon rise gave us a bright prize It shone like a big yellow cake The stars seemed to shoot like fireworks but mute Made it seem like the sky was falling down But then nothing exploded, imploded, or commoted Faces changed to a smile from a frown Then it rained and poured and gushed and roared Lightning struck our great old oak The hero tree gave its life to save ours It grounded the bolt’s electric poke
Thanksgiving
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Thanksgiving What to do everyday… Give thanks For the miracle of your life Give thanks For the beating of your heart Give thanks For the love of your family and friends Give thanks For the smiles on their faces Give thanks For the honesty of their tears and fears Give thanks For the trust shown you by others Give thanks For life’s signposts - sadness and fear Give thanks For every learning experience Give thanks For the world of forest and lake Give thanks For the peace you find in the center of your soul Give thanks For your breath of life Give thanks For your husband or wife Give thanks For your and their health and happiness Give thanks Always and everywhere Give thanks
Squirrely
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Squirrely The gray squirrel - it’s an animal everywhere, in these parts anyway. The quick way they move makes it seem like they are in more than one place at the same time. As in, one squirrel equals two. The ADHD of the animal kingdom. Attention deficit, hyperactivity disorder. Except, for them, it’s not a disorder. They all have it. Squirrely, an apt description.
Blue Light Special
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Blue Light Special No, not the old KMart promotion My name for a dermatology procedure You wear red-glass glasses to protect your eyes You sit under a blue light canopy The blue light zaps precancerous spots Interestingly, it turns your head red as a beet What the sun did to cause the precancer to begin with You can bet on me always to wear a hat whenever I’m in the sun Don’t want to go the way of our closed KMart
Our Home Remembers...
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Our Home Remembers… Our home is a small one-story with a soaring ceiling of wood, and a wall of windows overlooking a meadow and a forest. Our home says, “The woman and man who had me built were practical people - not over builders - and had an openness to the natural world, and an aesthetic sense that makes me proud almost 70 years after I was built. I am a one-bedroom, but my accordion wall closes on a sofa bed equipped room for overnight guests. My sometimes-bedroom is a room with a view. Discovered in one of my closets is the architectural plan from which my present owners found my builders’ names. Looking further they found that my original owners lived here for fifty years, then passed away within a few days of each other. They were special people whom I am honored to remember.”
Alone? Not Really
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Alone? Not Really No deer this morning Patti is at the dentist So no Dear either Just a few winter birds Even though it’s only fall I’m alone, but not lonely I’ve invited my muse over His name, Thom Scrivener Hales from Lancashire, Great Britain Where the Singleton’s come from He’s written 100’s of chapbooks In the 100’s of years he’s been around He helps us Singletons put words together For example, check out the first three lines above Master Scrivener got me to look outside Where often there are deer You see what resulted, a haiku! That Thom knows Eastern forms as well What a guy!
The Second of November
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The Second of November A buck bedded-down in the leaves just inside the woods, but moved off when he saw me. Another deer surveyed the clover field for any breaks in the snow, but resorted to feeding on leaves in the bushes. Yellow leaves flew like birds this cold fall day.This was to be a mild winter, and here we are with temperatures in the low 20’s, and five inches of snow. We haven’t had measurable snow this early since 1901.
You Title This One:_______________
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You Title This One:___________________________ Get to know what you’re doing so well that you don’t know what you’re doing. George Crane Does he mean we devolve, not evolve? Well. he’s a poet, You don’t always get what they say, these poets! Is he saying that a writer writes automatically, as if they entered a different reality? But don’t we all have a different take on things based on our experience? My experience shades or enlightens things differently from yours, does it not? But in trying to ken Crane, am I getting too heady? Is he talking about a meditative state? Perhaps it’s enlightenment he’s talking about. It’s where, in your writing, you’ve reached a stage where you are truly in the moment, and describe it. It’s not just head stuff, it’s coming from the heart. I’ll go with that. What does your heart say?
Winter Approaches
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Winter Approaches The sun rises through the trees, ever more south as winter approaches. The maple, its leaves ever-leaving the tree, casts its diminishing shadow on the draperies. The snow and cold make it seem to be December not October, winter not fall. I help my son dig a ditch for a gas line to fire a heater in his new shop. Like squirrels and chipmunks, we humans prepare our burrows for the upcoming cold.