“I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.” ~ Vincent van Gogh
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Showing posts with label Friday Writings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friday Writings. Show all posts

Sunday, February 2, 2025

Mountain (NaHaiWriMo 2025: Day 2)

 

childhood

ringed by mountains —

flatlands terrify





















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‘from whence

cometh my strength?’ —

the mountains 




















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my dad’s painting 

Mount Roland blue and craggy —

our favourite




















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in Peru

mountains are deities —

I lift up mine eyes



















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‘cloud catcher’

our local mountain 

caught me too




















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four years

under The Pinnacle —

guardian 
























All photos mine.


My response to the latest NaHaiWriMo prompt.  Later: NaHaiWriMo was back in February, but I'm sharing this (in June) with Poets and Storytellers United, for Friday Writings #180: Stubborn About the Small Things.


Mountains are not small, LOL, but haiku are! Anyway, I'm stubborn in my love for mountains and my dislike of flat country. A friend who was brought up on the plains always loved flat country dearly; others have told me they feel 'hemmed in' when surrounded by mountains. But I grew up that way, and experience it as an opening up to the vastness above, and a reassurance of safety. I'm ecstatic to be living surrounded by mountains again in my old age.

(I'm also stubborn in the belief that 5-7-5 syllables is the least important rule of haiku – and in fact, for English-language haiku, is not a rule at all.)







Friday, May 24, 2024

In Still Air

one high note

then a few more

hesitant


brief piping of a recorder

in the hands of the child

across the road


suddenly stopped 


a small music

yet full of hope



Written for Friday Writings #128 at Poets and Storytellers United, where we are invited to write about something small. I decided to write mine in the small form I've been playing with lately: textu (160 characters exactly, including title and spaces).





Wednesday, December 8, 2021

Cat Haiku

~ and one American sentence ~


wakeful playful

morning cat pauses

for a good wash


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from her sweet face

long loud yowling —

she wants me NOW


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Spring night 

my cat wants play

not sleep


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So as to settle purring to sleep she insists on my stroking hands.


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my cat curls asleep

wrapped in folds of red blanket

as if in a rose





















Linked to Friday Writings #6 The shorter the sweeter? at Poets and Storytellers United. (We could share up to 12 micropoems.)