Tag / haiku

by Trzrs

profuse growth

In response to Cee’s Flower of the Day [FOTD] challenge for June 30, 2020 (haiku below).

This is a reposting from A Wise Woman’s Journey

Word For The Day…
For what you see and hear depends a good deal on where you are standing: it also depends on what sort of person you are. – CS LEWIS (photo cr: Antonio Sokic)

…

It is reminiscent of the times I should have reviewed what came to mind before giving voice to any thing. — I would have asked, where in my world did that come from? Is it who I am today, or an ol’ scratched skipping record-better off discarded? — What do I allow to influence me?

profuse growth
if not watched closely
—valley’s lily 

Psalm 18:25,26
by Trzrs

beards’ intent

beards’ intent–

lingering thoughts on

wild iris

This post was a personal challenge responding to a few challenges wrapped up in one post.

In response to:

Cee’s Flower of the Day challenge

Frank Tassone’s Haikai challenge #145 ‘wild iris‘ and


RonovanWrites’s Haiku challenge #312 ‘intent & thought‘

Does this meet the challenges?

by Trzrs

Late Bloom – haibun

valley growth
promises mountain
piqued beauty

Today is Wednesday, May 13, 2020. We were in town on Saturday running errands picking up our curbside order when I noticed there are blossoms on the trees.

I longed for the spring birds to return as we live in a little bit of a higher elevation, and they are not so keen on the two degrees temperature difference. When I moved here from the big city, I wasn’t used to the cacophany of the early dawn song. It drove me nuts! Having been here long enough now I miss it in the stillness of winter.

They are returning! We actually have neighborhood postings — The humming birds have returned. Put out your feeders! — and — Put your garbage cans in the garage, the bears are back!

Now tuning in for James and Anne “Almost Home” YouTube channel for their half hour of ukulele and cello music! Inspiring!

Gotta love it!

by Trzrs

snowmelt

RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge #300 – Grit & Quit

To: Ronovan

Congratulations on your 300 consecutive prompting posts!

As a neophyte writer and blogger, I begin with Haiku. Though short, I find these writings are not always quick. It has become a meditative process, and helps one disentangle from the mundane and be grateful.

Thank you for your faithfulness and grit!

Entry for prompt #300 grit and quit:

snowmelt
half acre wet leaves
—backache

by Trzrs

haibun – cricket song

This is the fourth night my husband sleeps alone; a precaution against my cold. I am in the living room with our cat as an ankle bracelet.

An escaped cricket chirping for a mate woke me last night, but I was able to ignore it returning to my slumber. Tonight‘s encore makes him destined to be the star dish of a pet frog or anole. The blue dumpy frog eagerly approaches the wall of the vivarium.

Unsuccessful at locating the sleep disruptor, the call to rest wins over my consciousness. I recline and am grateful my husband is hard of hearing. —My ankle bracelet returns.

I must be recovering. Why else would I hunt for that elusive romantic?

cricket song
diner closed
— health is on the way

by Trzrs

Christmas Tour Bus

Overrun with bustling people who come from different countries, my belly is full of their belongings. I hope my driver can remove the aftermath of the meals they are enjoying amidst my seats on this Christmas trip.

The wind blows frigid, and frost appears in the corners of my windows.

With my precious cargo, I climb the narrow ridge along this mountainside where the tourists hold their collective breath. Even my friend, the river, has ceased babbling as I focus on my trek.

grand canyon tour
— hushed
frozen river whitecaps

From what I gleaned on the internet, this is my first haibun.

by Trzrs

I disappear

off to on I disappear into the visible

by Francine Banwarth – cited from the Frogpond Musuem of Haiku

It is 4 am, and am fighting insomnia. That’s what a serving of Turkish Coffee ice cream at 9 pm gets you.

So I sit reading, and fuming at myself for it.

When I turned on the lights, I felt myself fading into the minutia of my things; belongings, chores, and tasks.

As soon as my husband begins to stir, I can get to the tasks, and turn my mindset to minimizing the ‘things’.

I am reminded, life is not about things: but being grateful for each breath of the journey – even the stinkin’ thinkin’.