my dancer friend
visited Goddess Pele –
two flames meeting
My response to the latest NaHaiWriMo prompt.
Wednesday, February 5, 2025
Monday, February 3, 2025
Summit (NaHaiWriMo 2025, Day 3)
never reached the top
of the local mountain –
access now barred
Andrew once did –
said his legs coming down
were jelly
My response to the latest NaHaiWriMo prompt.
Sunday, February 2, 2025
Mountain (NaHaiWriMo 2025: Day 2)
childhood
ringed by mountains —
flatlands terrify
***
‘from whence
cometh my strength?’ —
the mountains
***
my dad’s painting
Mount Roland blue and craggy —
our favourite
***
in Peru
mountains are deities —
I lift up mine eyes
***
‘cloud catcher’
our local mountain
caught me too
***
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.)
Everest (NaHaiWriMo 2025: Day 1)
from down here
the peak looks peaceful
undisturbed
*
what’s in a name?
this mountain, invaded,
can never rest
My response to the latest NaHaiWriMo prompt.
Saturday, September 14, 2024
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