The Word

In honor of Merrill Gonzales' poem on childhood: the day/the cry/became a word - I am finishing this first NaHaiWriMo cycle with a haiku that I hope pays tribute to her poem and describes my own feelings/truth at this time. Merrill's poem is by far my favorite in a group of truly memorable haiku. It is brilliant on many many levels.I usually do not state my intentions when I write a haiku - that is for the reader to discover, however I will say that it brings me to the stage past childhood:

the day
the word
becomes a cry

Thanks to Merrill and all the othe haiku poets writing and sharing during NaHaiWriMo.

winter stars
I no longer know who's who
on the red carpet

blues singer
drums the beat stomping
her red boot

NaHaiWriMo prompt: drum

songwriters' circle
the pouting teapot
keeps the beat

mist in his eyes
soften
every word

NaHaiWriMo prompt: mist

New York Stock Exchange
closing bell...
how quaint

NaHaiWriMo prompt:bell(s)

teacup to my nose
the warmth
of chamomile

NaHaiWriMo prompt: flowers

Love note to a Sunday ritual

Sunday paper
how long before
we lose touch

NaHaiWriMo prompt: paper

winter star
the paper ornament
I made in first grade

NaHaiWriMo prompt: paper

to the man
in the moon
ever the child

NaHaiWriMo prompt: child

fierce wind
without the storm
our angry exchange

haiku #18 for NaiHaiWriMo full moon:

snow moon
the dog curls into
a tight bud

wind whips across snow bellowing cold indoors

posting haiku #16 - a day early!

my breakfast prunes
the blossom of plums
past their spring

NaHaiWriMo prompt: plum blossoms

BloHaiSis's

Yesterday I received a great Valentine's Day gift from a new poet friend. I was inducted into the BloHaiSis's group. The BloHaiSis's is short for Blogging Haiku Sistahs which is an offshoot of NaHaiWriMo or National Haiku Writers Month (February) which itself was spawned by NaWriNoMo (or something like that). As far as I know, Grace Mattern and I are the only two members. I'm also not sure if this is an open or closed group - probably to be determined. (I have tried now for twenty minutes to add her link but am giving up before I toss the computer). I will type it out in longhand: www.thepremiseisgrace.wordpress.com.

Thank you to Grace and all my fellow haigin, poets and writers for sharing, caring and commenting.

haiku
a sketch of life
between the lines

under all the snow
mud waits
for a good rain

today's NaiHaiWriMo prompt is mud.

on the street
between snow banks
a bouquet of red

yesterday's haiku:

cold lingers
until the heat
of red roses

French cooking class
after dinner the chef turns on
the rodeo

winter doldrums
I begin to bicker
with my intuition

my favorite fir thinning at the top changing sky

sun flurries
the day ends
on a light note

three leeks to a bundle
all the small ways
we are managed

simmering soup
the lean over the pot
to nose its flavor

haiku # 6 - a day late:

puppy superbowl
my dog rushes
the tv screen

a chirp from the pine lavender twilight snow

basement spider

after washing clothes

our separate lives

wings spread

a red-tailed hawk returns

where it knows the sky

leaky roof

my attic mouse

moves out

NaHaiWriMo

February 1st begins National Haiku Writers' Month appropriately the shortest month of the year for the shortest form of poetry. I am writing one haiku per day this month although I may not be able to post daily in which case I will double up. Here goes:

 icicles lengthen the warmth of kitchen lights