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Skin Of A River Birch, Minneapolis, Minnesota, August 2007,photo © 2007 by QuoinMonkey. All rights reserved.

Skin Of A River Birch, Minneapolis, Minnesota, August 2007, photo © 2007 by QuoinMonkey. All rights reserved.



haiku (one-a-day)


This post was created for a very specific purpose: writing a haiku a day. Some of our readers have expressed an interest in haiku. And some have left haiku in our comments on various posts. I wanted to create a space for our readers to come back to, anytime they wanted, and drop in a daily haiku.


Last year for the 4 season Writing Intensive in Taos, we read Clark Strand’s, Seeds from a Birch Tree: Writing Haiku and the Spiritual Journey. It is a book I go back to often to support the practice of writing.


Clark Strand is a former Zen Buddhist monk. In 1996 he left his position as senior editor of Tricycle: The Buddhist Review to write and teach full time. In Seeds from a Birch Tree, he describes haiku as the following:

A haiku is a seventeen-syllable poem about the season. Arranged in three lines of five, seven, and five syllables, and balanced on a pause, a haiku presents one event from life happening now. However much we may say about haiku, its history or its various schools, it is difficult to go beyond these three simple rules: form, season, and present mind.


loving its whiteness
I walk around the birch tree
to the other side


haiku practice


When we did our post a few days ago on the release of Natalie Goldberg’s new book, Old Friend from Far Away, one of our regular readers, breathepeace, made several comments on haiku as a practice:

Natalie introduced me to haiku poetry. This year, I am committed to write one each day (or more if I choose).

Haiku is a precise way of working with words and I have found that it does lead me to other writing: poems, essays, etc. I’ve also learned that it helps me to focus on detail, finding just the right word (with the right number of syllables!) and, yes, it is a bite-sized writing practice. I’m happy to hear others exploring and playing with the haiku form.

According to Clark Strand, all you need to write haiku is some familiarity with the form and a simple notebook:

The correct way to use a haiku diary is just to be very free and open. Don’t set a single format. Don’t organize the book five haiku to a page or limit it to poems and dates, excluding prose. You may even find that you jot down an occasional phone number or appointment in its pages when no other book is handy, or — if you are an artist — a sketch of some interesting scene.

Write down your haiku just as they come to mind, without too much deliberation over whether they are good or bad. Improvement takes place slowly, so set them down the way they come and stay alert for the next opportunity to write.


Skin Of A River Birch, August 2007, Minneapolis, Minnesota, photo © 2007 by QuoinMonkey. All rights reserved.          Skin Of A River Birch, August 2007, Minneapolis, Minnesota, photo © 2007 by QuoinMonkey. All rights reserved.          Skin Of A River Birch, August 2007, Minneapolis, Minnesota, photo © 2007 by QuoinMonkey. All rights reserved.          Skin Of A River Birch, August 2007, Minneapolis, Minnesota, photo © 2007 by QuoinMonkey. All rights reserved.



haiku walk


In the summer of 2006, Natalie took us on a field trip to some of her favorite places at Ghost Ranch, New Mexico. We wrote, swam, and took a haiku walk up Box Canyon. For me, Ghost Ranch was one of the most inspiring trips of the year. Natalie had us follow Clark Strand’s outline for walking and writing haiku:

In the simplest form, writing haiku is closer to collecting shells than searching for the proper word. When you go to the shore to collect shells, you just walk along in a relaxed way, now and then stooping down to look at something interesting or beautiful. Sometimes you pick up a fragment for its shape or color, and sometimes a fully formed shell. If you take a daily haiku walk in this same spirit, soon you will find that haiku come all by themselves.

Loosely, Strand’s haiku walk goes something like this:


beginning

  • make sure your purpose is only to walk, to be outside in nature
  • you’re not trying to get somewhere, or even to write haiku
  • relax into the feeling of being outdoors
  • notice weather, plants, animals, but keep walking

middle

  • let your body loosen and relax
  • let nature displace the ordinary day to day concerns
  • take time to pause over things that strike you as beautiful
  • pauses create space in your life for something to enter

end (beginner’s mind)

  • let that something come in
  • take your notebook out of your pocket and carry it in your hand
  • the space you created in your life a few minutes ago now becomes the space to write a poem


Last year, I walked a local labyrinth in St. Paul to write haiku. But it can be as simple as walking around your neighborhood. Or walking around the block. After a while you won’t need to structure your walks anymore. You’ll know the right moment to write.



haiku – looking out, looking in


Haiku as a poetry form provides a way to be present to the outside, in order to go deeper within. Japanese poet, Matsuo Basho, is known for his haiku. In the year before he died, he wrote the following verse:


Chrysanthemums bloom
in a gap between the stones
of a stonecutter’s yard


Near the end of Seeds from a Birch Tree, Strand speaks of Basho’s greatest work, The Narrow Road to the Deep North:

Haiku, in many ways the most outward, most concrete, and most perpetually grounded form of poetry, is also the most inward. It requires a lot of inner work.

Basho titled his greatest work Oku no Hosomichi (The Narrow Road to the Deep North). Basho traveled a long way north on a journey with his student and fellow poet Sora and kept a diary of his travels. The diary contains some of his most famous haiku.

The way north is the way within. This kind of understanding comes when we realize that in looking out, we are also looking in. We learn it by looking carefully at the world.

Basho said:  There is one thing which flows through all great art, and that is a mind to follow nature, and return to nature.


Skin Of A River Birch, August 2007, Minneapolis, Minnesota, photo © 2007 by QuoinMonkey. All rights reserved.          Skin Of A River Birch, August 2007, Minneapolis, Minnesota, photo © 2007 by QuoinMonkey. All rights reserved.          Skin Of A River Birch, August 2007, Minneapolis, Minnesota, photo © 2007 by QuoinMonkey. All rights reserved.          Skin Of A River Birch, August 2007, Minneapolis, Minnesota, photo © 2007 by QuoinMonkey. All rights reserved.


Feel free to drop a haiku into the comments in this post, any time, day or night. Tomorrow, or 52 days from now. It doesn’t matter.

Write a haiku a day for a month. If you wish, break structure and form. Be playful with your writing. With practice, you’ll find your way home.



-posted on red Ravine, Tuesday, January 15th, 2008


-one writer’s review of Seeds from a Birch Tree, Hyperion, 1997 (including more haiku from the book)Tony Lipka on Clark Strand’s Haiku of Mindfulness

-short bio of Clark Strand: World Wisdom

865 Responses

  1. I love Haiku. I think I mentioned this before, but I used to write them all the time:
    http://thelonebeader.blogspot.com/search?q=haiku

    I understand that all 3 lines of the haiku should never form a complete sentence…

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  2. Thanks for the link, LB. I saw that you had one published as well. (And your beadwork, too!) I like the Roadside Haiku and the Celtic Woman Haiku. Great collection. Looking forward to reading more.

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  3. I love haiku. It is beautiful. ;) Nice blog by the way. ;)

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  4. Welcome, Becky. Thanks for stopping by.

    Here’s my haiku for today. I wrote it in the shower in the early a.m. (I do some of my best writing in the shower). The floor was ice cold. I stepped through a ray of sun, shining through the bathroom window. Maybe I was sleepwalking. 8)

    minus seventeen
    January sun covers
    the mole on my cheek

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  5. Thank you, QM, for sharing the details of haiku and for reminding me about taking a haiku walk. I am so grateful that you have dedicated a space for writers to share haiku. I hope that many will leave a trail of haiku breadcumbs for all of us to follow.

    winter cottonwood:
    branches, earth’s capillaries,
    reach into blue sky

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  6. breathepeace, thank you for waking me up to haiku practice again. I really enjoy it. It grounds me. And it was deeply gratifying to write this post. Deep bow.

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  7. This is a great post, QM. The green in the photo is amazing. Would it be silly for me to say it doesn’t even look natural, it’s such an intense and odd color?

    Speaking of intense, this is an intense day at work. I didn’t want to comment on this post until I had a haiku to add. One came to me after a marathon of meetings, sitting back, looking up at the ceiling. Here it is:

    the florescent lights
    oddly soothing in their way
    still, outside beckons

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  8. QM, thank you for this great post. I had already decided that a haiku a day would be good for me to do, and then you came up with these very instructive and informative guides. As little as I get outside when it’s cold…dash to work; store; meetings; home again;
    still, living on the edge of town, with my view of mountains, etc. I will try to get as much nature into my poems as I can. The other morning, I raised the shade and surprised a deer breaking her fast, only inches away from my window. It prompted me to write:

    deer in my garden,

    surprised brown eyes on both sides

    of glass in between!

    One day, as I was counting syllables, it reminded me of when I was editor of the front page of my high school newspaper, and one of my tasks was to write the headlines. The similarities of haiku and headlines being that headlines have to tell what the story is about and fit into a very specific, limited space. It was a challenge which I enjoyed and had fun with.
    YB, I had to grin when I got this mental image of you staring up at the lights, wishing you were outside!

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  9. ybonesy, I like your haiku about light, inside and out. And how odd the light is in most work places. In some ways, it’s the quality of light the day I took the birch shot that makes that green so intense.

    It was taken the same day as this shot – Calm Before The Storm (LINK). And a huge storm was moving into Minnesota that night. It’s almost like the grass behind the tree is an eerie mint green.

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  10. Marylin, I love your haiku. Such a sense of humor…it made me smile, imagining those two sets of brown eyes. 8)

    I think it is wonderful that you’re going to do the haiku a day. You might be surprised with how much nature is also around when you are dashing to and home from work. It always surprises me when I pay attention.

    I know what you mean about the limited space of headlines. Definitely a challenge. Just the right words are needed.

    BTW, after a while, you get to break the rules, too. And write haiku about anything you want to write it about. Whatever gets us to write! It’s really the dedicated practice of seeing that changes us.

    Hope you are staying warm out your way. We are headed back into the deep freeze tomorrow. Extremes are always good for the writing!

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  11. Love the photo, too, QM. It is great inspiration:

    peeling white birch bark:
    seeing beneath outer skin
    tenderness revealed

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  12. breathepeace, “tenderness revealed” – such a lovely line. And exactly the way I feel when I catch a glimpse of what’s under the skin of a tree.

    I just got back from a rushed trip to the dentist. But this practice made me pay attention. I wrote this walking into her office. Not much more time to comment right now. I’ll be back later!

    orange ring circles elm
    black ice sidewalk, building plate –
    1895

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  13. QM — Nice haiku. I can “see” your walk into the dentist’s office. I hope the dental equipment is newer than the building…and that your teeth are not in “crisis.”

    For me, “tenderness revealed” spoke of both trees and people, when paired with “seeing beneath outer skin.” It provided the space for it to mean just that or maybe something more.

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  14. QM, I am willing to finally bare my soul! I have always surrounded myself by nature. I thrive on the relaxation & joy I gain, whether it be the river, the beach, the places I have visited, or the exterior of the places I have called “home”. For years J & I were fortunate enough to rent the farm house we affectionately called “Green Acres”.
    Now we find ouselves in the home we invested in, surrounded by trees & wildlife. We like seclusion. I could never live in a city, though I know well that it works for others. Most of our observations here are very much like the description that Marylin wrote about in her comments. Behind glass windows, we have witnessed the true beauty that nature offers! Deer, squirrels, all varieties of wild birds, and the occasional wild turkeys that drink from our stream & make their journey( to wheverver the heck they go) through our back yard. Open a door & they dash away!
    I have never tried my hand at Haiku, though I find these posts to be quite interesting. I made a decision to try one a week. I have never done this type of practice before. I wrote one last week & one today. It surprised me that both had to do with the loss of 5 trees the week before Christmas. We had a series of ice storms. The trees stood little chance of surviving the weight of the heavy ice. We sat in our living room, nothing we could do. In a period of only 2 days we lost a Weeping Willow tree, a cherry tree, & 3 others . Two of them completely uprooted by the domino effect. Mind you, these were tall & well established trees, at least 70 feet tall or better. I have an issue looking at the devastion still there. Well, what this is leading to are last weeks haiku & todays, so I will type them in that order.

    midwinter sunshine
    floods through the naked tree top,
    warmth before nights chill

    snow falling, like the
    trees felled by ice storms past
    wood for next winter

    Any critique or comments would be helpful to me as I intend to continue this practice. D

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  15. diddy, I was just going to head to bed and decided to check for comments. I’m glad I did. Your haiku are wonderful. Don’t change a thing. I’m so excited you are doing the haiku practice once a week. It is a great gift to yourself (and to us).

    I feel for the loss of those trees. I know what the land around your home looks like and the deep well of trees that drops in front of the house is part of the serenity of your place. I’m so sorry you lost them. It is a kind of grieving process.

    We are surrounded by a few old growth oaks here. And every time we get our violent spring and summer storms, I’m so afraid one or more is going to topple. I can see why the haiku led you to those beautiful trees. It’s kind of a memorial to them, a thing of honor.

    Looking forward to your weekly practices. Anything else you discover along the way, about the practice, your writing, the haiku, would be wonderful to learn. I’m heading to bed soon. Sweet dreams to all in your part of the country.

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  16. breathepeace, no crisis here. Just the second appointment in a series to get a crown on. She cemented the porcelain into place today. I feel like a new woman (chomp, chomp). 8)

    Yes, the tenderness revealed…trees and people. Underneath the skin. The great thing about haiku is there are so few words, the interpretations can stretch out beyond…like when I used the 1895, I had no idea if anyone would know what I mean. You did.

    And, yes, dental equipment was much newer than the building. I had no idea that building was that old until I slowed down and paid attention to the numbers etched near the steps as I was walking inside.

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  17. QM, thanks for your comments. Anyway you can correct sushine to sunshine? I laughed after I sent off the comment (it pays to proof read before hitting submit comment )! I’m still adjusting to the laptops smaller , more sensitive keyboard! I was afraid that anyone reading sushine would think I had taken a stroll down by the stream & that some fish had jumped out of the water & I was eating a raw frozen fish! I hope to find myself feeling more comfortable with haiku. As the year goes by I look forward to this practice!
    Pleasant dreams to you & if you & yb are still meeting tomorrow, I wish you both well in your decision process. D

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  18. lol, I just corrected it. You know, I didn’t even catch that. My eye glossed over it and added in the N. Yep, we are still meeting. We’ll see what happens. More will be revealed. Night. 8)

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  19. Ditto diddy (I like saying that). The two haikus flow well. I can hear and feel the pause. And the sense of resignation and sadness with the second one, esp. I’m thrilled you’re doing this!!

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  20. gray heater throws light
    summer wasps hide between gusts
    of bitter wind chills

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  21. Hi gang, hope it’s ok if I just jump right in. All your haiku are wonderful, you folks rock! I just learned about haiku this week, QM your blog being very timely for me. And the 1895 thing was very clever. My initial thoughts about haiku regarded the spiritualiy side, trying to rejuvenate .. I love thinking about these things.. even though I have broken the rules on several. They are cathartic. Happy writing all.

    ice sliding from leaves
    my cheeks turning red from cold,
    the morning smoke break.

    half-moon halo glows
    clouds rush by in sequenced steps,
    snow is on the way

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  22. frozen dormant grass
    sage brush dusted powder white
    sun is barely there

    i will break the rules
    my friend gave me permission
    to write from the heart

    HELP! someone stop me,
    I’m thinking in haiku form
    something’s wrong with me!

    OK, I woke up feeling silly, but it’s true…I keep thinking of haiku. counting syllables of lines of words, and when this dawned on me, I thought “this is crazy!”
    (QM, it’s your fault, you told me that later we could break rules…just kidding, but you can see the progression of the 3 haiku above, from the serious to the ridiculous.) Anyway, I am having fun with haiku.

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  23. freespirit, welcome. I’m delighted you have jumped right in. “Ice sliding on leaves” and “clouds rush by in sequenced steps” – great visual lines. I hope you keep writing with us. I find the practice cathartic, too.

    I stepped outside today in our yard to start the car (it’s -4 here today, -24 with the windchill) and there was haiku glowing all around me. 8)

    marylin, it’s so great that you’re having so much fun with these. I get silly with them, too. They are fun to write. And so grounding. Laughter is the best medicine. And to have laughter surface in haiku form – what better thing than that!

    The “sage brush dusted powder white” – ah, what a lovely western image. We don’t get the same kind of sage here. I miss it.

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  24. Marylin, I forgot one more thing I wanted to mention about your comment (#22) – the “thinking in haiku” that happens when we write that kind of poetry, that’s part of the structure of the practice. And a part I love.

    I find it very grounding. And comforting to know how few words we need to communicate the things that are important. Everything can be distilled down to its essence – it’s true nature.

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  25. QM, thanks for this post. You have given me a great introduction to the writing of haiku, all right here!

    I love the idea of a haiku walk that opens up into writing. Sounds like an open space of serenity.

    The haiku you show by Matsuo Basho is amazing – so much is said beyond the images. I started thinking about the messages between the lines, how they can be more palpable then the words that are said. The chrysathamums that grow in the spaces, the space between the breath, it goes on and on.

    Thanks for this post! I’ll have to get into a haiku space more often.

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  26. Thanks for this definition. I’ve been taking a stab at Haiku on my poetry blog. I’m not sure I’m exactly following the rules, but I am busily having fun. My sense is the “balance” element is about paradox or contradiction.

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  27. C, your comment has such a peacefulness to it. The haiku walk, yes, it seems to create a space inside to write, a place to let something come in, inspired by the ordinary. All the things between the spaces are so important. Yet many times invisible. We really have to pay attention to see them.

    For me, it’s so tempting to stay distracted (or frozen, one or the other) so that it becomes hard to see. I’m happy for any time I let myself practice and stay connected to what’s important to me. I hope you’ll post a haiku here once in a while. Would be lovely to see them.

    TIV, I’m glad you’re having fun with the haiku. I like how Clark Strand describes that “balance” piece:

    A haiku is a seventeen-syllable poem about the season. Arranged in three lines of five, seven, and five syllables, and balanced on a pause…

    I don’t know if it’s as much a contradiction as a nice little surprise that happens when we let the space open up. For me at least, it’s not so much a thinking thing as it is something I don’t even understand. The best ones come when I don’t think too much. I hope you’ll come back and share a few of your haiku with us.

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  28. Thanks QM, Ditto Marylin regarding the “silly” feeling and counting. I also agree with QM about feeling grounded. I have just discovered the haiku, and the best part so far for me is I can compose one on the spot, in a very short time during breaks outside. Gives me a peaceful feeling. It was very cold this morning at the beach and as I stood on the balcony looking across at the roofline of the adjacent building this one popped out in about two minutes.

    Orange hue glows soft
    Where the roof line meets firewall,
    Pre Sunrise Aura.

    Have fun everybody.

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  29. freespirit, nice. I can see the aura at the bend of the line. I just finished watching a Lewis Hine documentary and was thus influenced. And then, well, a short walk outside.

    puffs of child labor
    Lewis Hine photographs life
    no one wants to see

    ironman on steel beam
    wind surge, bolts of light freezing
    the Empire State’s skirt

    snow flies in the face
    of an innocent Flicker
    polka dot feather

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  30. What a joy to return from my weekend trip to Durango, CO and find so many wonderful haiku poems posted here!

    over mountain pass–
    black ribbon of road unwinds
    through snowy canyon

    MEG
    expectations freeze
    health evaporates like frost–
    cold reality

    walls of dirty snow
    lining highway, scraped by plows
    over Wolf Creek Pass

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  32. on January 23, 2008 at 10:06 pm oliverowl aka marylin

    silver bird descends,

    sound of breaking frozen air

    incites sun dogs’ wrath!

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  33. noses to the ground
    on the scent of recent game,
    hiking with my dogs.

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  34. frost on a crow’s wing
    beating heart frozen in lungs
    water alchemy

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  35. When I came back and read this again, I wanted to change water to winter. Hmmm.

    frost on a crow’s wing
    beating heart frozen in lungs
    winter alchemy

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  36. oliverowl, there have been 2 Sundogs here in the last few weeks. Liz snapped a few phone pics of one day before yesterday. I had never seen one before (that I remembered or knew what I was looking at). Really cool.

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  37. I went on a haiku walk this Sunday. I was weary from the preceding week, and feeling blue. I wrote the first haiku after twenty minutes of walking along the sidewalk in my town, and the second after an hour along the same sidewalk:

    a distant sun pales
    her heart turns to ice again
    she walks searthing warmth

    snow crusts drought-burned grass
    cedar fingers graze thin clouds
    hope shines from the sky

    Thanks for this idea of creating space through a meditative or contemplative walk. Walking soothes the soul, for sure.

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  38. on January 24, 2008 at 11:00 pm oliverowl aka marylin

    moon-wolf steals my sleep

    his light arresting my dreams

    cringe in fetal curl

    i need to hear them

    the voices of my children

    manna for my soul

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  39. on January 24, 2008 at 11:08 pm oliverowl aka marylin

    The two haiku I just posted have no connection…at least i didn’t mean for them to. Maybe the fates put them together, knowing i am feeling very lonely.

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  40. mariachristina, your haikus spoke to me, very eloquent. Hi all, amazing writing, I am in the company of literary geniuses. :)

    as a cold wind blows
    brushwood waves gently wand like,
    a brisk winter day.

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  41. QM, I like the second one much better, excellent change in wording.. means so much more, IMHO

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  42. Welcome, freespirit!

    Here’s one for today:

    faucets and noses
    drips pounding in woken dreams
    wet and cold and hard

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  43. C, I loved that you added the timing of the minutes into your walk when you wrote each haiku. That added a richness for me about the practice of walking and writing. Creating space. I noticed the futher along in the walk, how the focus shifts outside to the cedar and a hope that creeps in. I hope your blues have lightened since last week. Thank you for sharing. And to Clark Strand and Natalie, gratitude for passing down this practice.

    marylin, I like your two haiku together. And loneliness, the old Black Dog. I remember a write I did about it. Natalie talks about the Black Dog of loneliness in Bones. It reminded me of a series of art work a friend had worked on. Here’s the link to that post if you’re interested: Listen for the Black Dog (LINK).

    freespirit, I so enjoy when you stop by. It makes me smile. I like the brushwood, wand like. And now I want to know what brushwood is.

    yb, noses & facets, oh, feel better yb!

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  44. QM, my blues lifted during the walk – you read the haiku the way I experienced it- as a lifting of my spirits.

    I’m enjoying everyone else’s poems as well. Some are very intimate, with small details close to home, others are expansive. Good for the soul kind of writing.

    I’ll be back tomorrow after my haiku walk. A nice Sunday haiku space might turn into a new winter tradition.

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  45. yb, clever use of metaphor, I liked that.

    Thanks QM, I am so glad you put together this blog. Everyones writing brings me peace, it’s as if I am there on their walks. If I may, allow me to quote from a book I am reading, “The only way we know it’s true is that we both dreamed it. That’s what reality is. It’s a dream everyone has together.” f/ Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides pg. 343

    shot like an arrow
    red fox bolts from a thicket
    all thats left, a streak.

    as a cold wind howls
    one lone leaf flips on its side,
    where is my warm mate?

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  46. freespirit, I like that definition of reality – a dream everyone has together. Community. Thank you for the quote. It looks like a totem has shown up in your haiku – the fox. I can feel the pause in the “streak.” Some friends of mine have recently spotted a fox near their pond. She brings them great joy. You don’t often see them in the daylight, as they are nocturnal hunters. They are such beautiful animals.

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  47. in Noble Silence
    except loud crunching chorus:
    Buddhists eating nuts

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  48. empty snow pocket
    coffee stokes the frosty morn
    counting, cedars breathe

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  49. cold winter morning
    half-moon shines in ink black sky–
    missing my children

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  50. on the forest floor,
    lasered sunbeams through branches
    strike morning light pools

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  51. icicle dangles
    42 to -4
    rivers turn to dams

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  52. Okay, I went outside over lunch and found out pretty quickly that I need to make a slight alteration on my haiku for today. Brrrrrr….those wind chills.

    friendly amendment
    -40 and dropping
    tear ducts turn to stone

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  53. engine slowly cranks
    glass fogs in snowflake patterns
    oil as thick as blood

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  54. clouds drip toward the ground
    suffocating from here, inside
    the 5th floor window

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  55. steering wheel stiffens
    finch whistling, crooked oak branch
    ice scraper tongue curls

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  57. in Palm Springs airport
    black birds walk through terminal
    people wait to fly

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  58. lunchtime murmur, “skin and bones”
    here at the OK corral
    three words float to me

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  60. This is a lovely blog find. For a long while I did a daily haiku/photo on my photoblog. Got away from that, but I think I may need to re-instate it. BTW I recognize a lot of company on your blogroll. Can I hang around a bit?

    nib dipped in black ink
    pen to paper scrawling words
    writers communing

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  61. barbara, welcome. Photos and haiku just seem to go together somehow. Good practice, too. Glad you see some friends on our blogroll. Please join us anytime.

    —————-

    wet snow, waffle sole
    traversing the parking lot
    on my way back home

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  62. writing project looms
    Wednesday frost, a day of rest
    got to get to work

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  64. Flamingos roosting
    midstream turn away from me
    photo resistant.

    See the fore-mentioned flamingos at
    http://gardengrow.wordpress.com/2008/02/07/finding-a-flurry-of-flamingoes/

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  65. another cold day–
    body craving warm spring sun
    to bring sad heart hope

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  66. cats roam the house wild
    I scrape the icy windshield
    spring runs in their blood

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  67. What a lovely idea. Three rather different haiku from a walk in my local park today:

    Salt dries on my cheeks.
    Crystals I must brush away
    Memories of lost love

    Starving seagulls shriek
    Flailing white wings struggle. Why?
    Just a bit of bread.

    Neat red-scalloped feet
    Black water jewelled feathers
    Moorhens just paddle

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  68. Jessica, welcome – 3 wonderful haiku. Made me realize, too, I have no idea what a moorhen is (?).

    And I wanted to say to everyone how much I am enjoying all the haiku. It is a great mix of flowing poetry, a few comments here and there, old friends and new readers, popping in and out. Really lovely.

    —–

    flurries mid-morning
    bare branches bend in the wind
    blanket of stone gray

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  69. remembering taos
    slow walking d h lawrence ranch
    q m by my side

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  71. Little one flits above
    swinging feeder filled with seed
    Junco in wind storm

    bo

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  72. Wyoming — A Haiku Poem

    Wyoming wind sucks
    energy and life from me
    fueling its fury

    third day of high winds
    cold, bone-jarring, nerve rattling–
    why do I live here?

    antelope grazing,
    wide blue skies, open prairie:
    reasons to remain

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  73. written after a drive from Powell, going west to Cody:

    clouds rest on mountain

    hanging a gossamer veil

    of angels’ tear drops

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  75. the darkness surrounds him
    shivering silently alone
    awaiting the warmth of knowledge

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  76. R3, welcome to haiku land. 8) The one you wrote is kind of unsettled like the one I wrote last week. It makes me want to know more.

    More good haiku has appeared over the last week. I like the Wyoming trilogy, breathepeace. oliverowl, lovely. Isn’t driving one of the best places to write haiku? barbara, junco in windstorm – and the swinging feeder. How *do* they hang on?

    —————

    standing in a cloud
    following my tracks through snow
    to get to the car

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  79. a marriage ended,

    but it never really was,

    we were pretending

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  81. angle of the light
    inimitably winter
    against white houses

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  82. -8 rises
    the pit of winter’s belly
    white rings on the pond

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  84. frigid cold, haiku
    struggles to take off, falls down,
    wings heavy with ice

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  85. restless mind stains paper
    silent birds watch as thoughts explode
    I smile as words take flight

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  86. beautiful haiku, R3, Jude, stranger, oliverowl.

    —————-

    crow wraps the ash branch
    Pants cackles in the background
    hungry for more Spring

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  89. a little haiku humor derived from leafing thru a House Beautiful magazine; coming across a page full of wall sconces:

    do not look askance

    at a sconce upon a wall

    that might make it fall

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  90. oliverowl, that’s a fun haiku. It reminds me of the limericks I heard at the Victorian Poetry slam a few weeks ago. There is a whimsy about it that makes me smile. Fun!

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  92. qm, I like your moondog haiku, as well as the great photo!

    from warm dunes of sand

    destiny laughed and moved me

    to cold drifts of snow

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  93. on March 2, 2008 at 9:14 am alittlediddy

    On snow dusted pine
    crimson cardinals must wait
    bluejays do not share

    new day, no snow dust
    bluejays must wait their turn now
    the woodpecker rules

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  95. on March 7, 2008 at 12:02 am Robert Morse

    I have been an admirer of Natalie’s work since 1988 and was lucky enough to attend her workshop in Minneapolis in 1992. I mainly write plays although I did write a short (29 pages) memoir about a friend who died in 2005. The CD version of “Old Friend from Far Away” was invaluable in getting me started. Does anyone know whether the book is the same as the CD version or has it been expanded?

    Anyway, here is a haiku from one of my early notebooks.

    A white saltshaker
    Beside its forever friend.
    Do they ever fight?

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  96. Robert, welcome. And great haiku. The CD version of Old Friend from Far Away is completely different. My understanding of the new book is that it is as close a sequel to Writing Down the Bones as you can get. I think the title is rooted in Zen and somehow relates the CD and book, but they are not the same.

    Here is something Natalie recently said about her new book, Old Friend from Far Away: The Practice of Writing Memoir (LINK):

    It’s the true sequel to Writing Down the Bones and it’s the closest of my books to experiencing what it is like to be in a class with me.

    The book is so much like her teaching. If you buy it, please come back and share with us. Hope you visit red Ravine again. And keep the pen moving!

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  97. on March 7, 2008 at 9:49 pm Robert Morse

    To QuoinMonkey,

    Thanks for the info. I will be purchasing the book shortly and will continue to look in on this site.

    “Writing Down the Bones” as it was for so many others, was my introduction to Natalie’s work. It is simply the best book on and about writing I know.

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  99. on March 9, 2008 at 1:39 am Robert Morse

    My walker and I,
    Busy creeping and creaking,
    Both need a lube job.

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  100. Robert, your haiku have a playful quality to them. Thanks for joining us.

    ——————

    spots of flaky snow
    cats curl around the heater
    shedding winter coats

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  102. spiders in the sky

    weaving webs of fleecy white

    will they catch rainbows?

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  103. on March 12, 2008 at 2:40 pm breathepeace

    tulip leaves poke up
    from dirt in winter garden
    testing for spring air

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  105. sunset’s rays approach

    past bare spindly branches, as

    pre-spring buds await

    Hi Bones and QM, :)

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  106. freespirit, you’re back! So great to see your haiku again. I bet it’s quite spring-like in your neck of the woods. The season comes so much earlier there. Very lush. And the smells – the sweet smell of Spring. Makes me want to breathe a little deeper. 8)

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  107. oliverowl & breathepeace, I like when, by chance, your haikus follow one another’s. I imagine you both looking out on the mountains out West (oh, how I miss the mountains!).

    diddy, I like your diptych of haikus and the journey of the blue jay through each of them. I can picture the view from your kitchen window.

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  108. morning mother wakes
    thin light cracking through the blinds
    babe now deeply sleeps

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  109. nice, Linda. I just took a walk on my break. It is so beautiful outside. I’ve got Spring fever.
    _______________________

    north wind through my hair
    slow walking the parking lot
    crow grazes the moon

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  111. Craving the Last Laugh,
    An empty, foolish vigil
    For Victory’s dregs.

    This one-a-day busines is tough. Would you believe one a week?

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  112. snowy Palm Sunday–
    winter drags its sorry ass
    right on into spring

    Yes, one a day is a challenge…and led to this entry for Wednesday, March 12:

    one haiku a day:
    seventy-two completed
    most of them are sh*t

    Oh, but some days there is a freshness to the words and that “ahhh” pause is there that seems to live in a good haiku. Writing one a day helps create the space for the “ahhh” to arrive.

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  113. on March 17, 2008 at 1:32 pm Robert Morse

    As soon as I got off the computer last night, I came up with what might be a better haiku on the subject I was struggling with during entry # 111. I wrote it down on what was available, an unused book marker. I qualified the “better” because it’s not necessarily up to me. But I do hope that this version does a “better” job of creating the space/leap between the second and third line which Natalie writes about.

    A dubious goal:
    Always getting the Last Laugh
    That’s God’s department.

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  114. I’m inspired by your stick-to-it-iveness on writing one a day (or even one a week). These are great haikus. I do hear or see the ahh pause in them.

    I sit and eat runts
    a habit learned from children
    rotting adult teeth

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  115. on March 17, 2008 at 2:42 pm breathepeace

    #113 — Yes! the leap is there.

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  116. on March 17, 2008 at 5:10 pm alittlediddy

    Spring arrives early
    Songbirds awaken my sleep
    music for the mind

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  117. on March 18, 2008 at 8:53 am breathepeace

    light snow blankets ground
    on gray March prairie morning–
    gone by afternoon

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  118. March moon is the crows’,

    crows rose out of the corn field

    Vincent left this life

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  119. on March 18, 2008 at 9:02 am breathepeace

    listen! spring birds sing
    survival songs in nature:
    Chinese Tibetans

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  121. Some great haiku here. Love the back and forth with breathepeace, Robert, oliverowl, diddy. Steady as she goes.

    Minnesota can’t decide if it’s spring or winter. She’s making up her mind.

    _________________

    soles sliding across
    spring’s underbelly – frozen
    mud hard as a rock

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  122. plastic shopping bag
    waves from a cottonwood branch:
    urban foliage

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  123. mysteriously
    five, seven and five again,
    draws us back and back

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  124. breathepeace, nice! the urban foliage got me.

    stranger, are you blogging again? did I miss something?

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  125. going was coming
    for the ancient ones, QM,
    I am back –
    to front

    (Is this a haiku?)

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  126. on March 19, 2008 at 6:30 pm breathepeace

    “is this a haiku?”
    WOW, yes! 94stranger–
    a very good one

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  127. hi, haiku stranger
    it’s been a long winter
    sad to see it go

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  128. glad to have you back
    the ancient ones are smiling
    stranger’s among friends

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  130. on March 20, 2008 at 4:33 pm alittlediddy

    Winter says good-bye
    with final breath ,”Welcome Spring”
    Earth’s belly explodes

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  131. what is a cliche?
    lazy communication
    dive in deep word-pool

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  133. You know what’s cool about all these haiku? You can see and feel the seasons change when you follow the thread. It’s great.

    It’s still snowing here. Unbelievably beautiful outside. I can’t wait to go for a walk. My camera battery is charging.

    ______________

    2nd day of spring
    the world is covered in white
    velvet underground

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  134. on March 21, 2008 at 6:18 pm breathepeace

    Good Friday full moon:
    bright light shines on dark soul night
    illuminates hope

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  135. in bitter north wind
    sun-starved trees and people try
    remembering spring

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  136. Do we have some past-life Japanese among us? This is strangely addictive.

    P.S. Does anyone know if there is something archetypal about 5-7-5 – or is it purely a convention that we now all adhere to?

    P.P.S. I like it because it’s SHORT – suits my attention span -writing and reading, both.

    as for brevity –
    inimitable virtue,
    longing for shorting

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  137. on March 21, 2008 at 9:19 pm alittlediddy

    Snow in the forecast
    robin snow is our Spring snow
    no need for concern

    94stranger, I came upon several Haiku in my Whole Whog Catalog ( a humorous attempt at the” Whole Earth Catalog” which was quite popular in the the late 60’s & early 70’s) though not in season, here is one attempt, I believe by Chevy Chase in 1980:

    “Lazy summer day.
    Cornfed porkers loll in their wallow
    amid gutteral grunts of contentment.
    Nearby the butcher sharpens his cleaver.”

    No 5-7-5 in that one. And yes, it is addictive. Your haiku are wonderful! Simply amazing how this post has grown! D

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  138. are you as good as
    you look? Modesto whispers,
    walk-in freezer shut

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  139. Oh, chickenlil,I
    did not wish any harm,
    I love pigs for sure!
    D

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  141. on March 23, 2008 at 6:23 pm Robert Morse

    Writer’s block nagging,
    I’m behind on my haiku.
    Nearly wrote I.Q.s’

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  142. on March 23, 2008 at 6:29 pm Robert Morse

    Is haiku a word that does not require an “s” at the end to show that it is plural? If so, simply chop the “s” off the last two lines of haiku #141.

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  143. Robert, got it. I do think the plural is haiku. I’ll make the change for you, no problem. Hope the writer’s block doesn’t linger. Great to read your haiku. The sky has cleared here and the sun is out now. I haven’t written mine yet today. Maybe later. The night is young.

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  144. Where shall I begin? That’s
    five; now sev’n: how many syllab
    les are there in seven?

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  145. A white wagon wheel
    Leaning against an oak tree
    Only there for show.

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  146. a single branch hangs
    next to a March icicle
    dripping from the roof

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  147. on March 24, 2008 at 6:17 pm breathepeace

    winter lingers on:
    swirling in spring morning air
    tiny white snowflakes

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  148. […] link has over a hundred (as of March 25 2008) and is well worth a visit – or several!)  https://redravine.wordpress.com/2008/01/15/haiku-one-a-day/ to the point where I now feel like re-posting mine here from now on,  as and when I come up with […]

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  149. cold grey winter sea

    walkers in arctic sun red

    splash: camelia

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  150. cold empty room
    anxious to be warm
    fill with love

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  151. o.k. so maybe you got me. When I first read these I thought is that poetry or are they just fooling around. They don’t make sense. Since then I’ve read more and realized if you are a deep thinker, they do make sense.So I gave it a try. It’s usually hard for me to slow down but I’ve had more time lately. This is a good way to keep your mind active.

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  152. Good for you, MOM. It’s a way to stay alive to the senses and the world around you, which I see you were with your haiku.

    Here’s one from me today:

    When the sky is white
    It’s a blank stare, or anger
    Then the screeching wind

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  153. Great haiku rolling along here. Mom, so glad you joined in. I can picture the room, too. Very present to it. Haiku does slow things down. It’s almost like we have to pay attention to distill everything down to its essence.

    ________________

    Winnetka traffic
    inches along like a worm
    gray wind bends the trees

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  154. Ice-green sea, barely
    ruffled, slaps the shore; it’s warm
    looking from the bus.

    _____________________

    Yeah, I think the imperative to be economical – and precise, syllable-wise, is a big challenge and a steep learning curve. at the same time, the rigid form makes me at least want to find every possible way of bending it to produce as much as it can.
    And I agree with you both, there is something about being alive to the senses.
    And as you said, QM, it’s like a nature diary. Whether one a day /will prove excessive remains / to be seen, I feel.

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  155. the tax man cometh
    but not for me
    ready i’ll be

    day is long
    night is short
    soon to be

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  156. I love the pic of the birch bark.It brought back memories. When T was in reserve camp he made me a ring and bracelet from the bark. YOu soak it in water and let it dry around your finger or wrist and it makes a nice bracelet or ring. We were very straped for money and it was what he could afford to bring me at the time, so it was very special. I had it for a long time ,I’m not sure where it got to.

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  157. Half of a duplex
    On the south side of Indy
    Where life and art merged.

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  158. Spring buds form on tree
    struck down by December ice
    life where none should be

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  159. The haiku get better and better. Mom, I didn’t know about the bracelet and ring made out of birch. Thanks for sharing that memory. If you ever run across it again, let us know.

    I’ve had a rushed couple of days. It feels good to slow down and pay attention. And there you all are, right there on the page.

    _____________

    driving to St Paul
    full speed ahead through traffic
    hawk lands on a wire

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  160. bracelet made of birch
    ring made of love, not money
    lives through memory

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  162. on March 26, 2008 at 5:31 pm breathepeace

    QM: in post #153 the line “Winnetka traffic” took me by surprise. I grew up in Winnetka, Illinois. Where is your Winnetka? It’s a Native American word. I suppose it is sprinkled around the midwest.

    Today’s haiku:

    after long winter
    feels like balmy summer day:
    fifty-five degrees

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  163. 26/03/08
    sun breaks through after
    noon; cold departed; this eve-
    ning, rain from the west

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  164. RETURN

    The samurai this
    time wields a lap-top; cherry
    blossom on the path.

    Adjudication required please (QM?): Can a haiku have a title?

    The purist in me wants to hear ‘no!’ The flexi-scribbler wants to hear ‘yes!’

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  165. stranger, please do what feels right with your haiku practice. I want to say, I only know what I’ve learned over the last few years. Your practice will reveal itself to you. It’s great that you are posting with us.

    You know what I’ve started to notice about our regular haiku posters is that you all have your own unique voices. And they show up even in the sparse lines of a haiku. I find that delicious.

    breathepeace, my Winnetka is just outside of Minneapolis, a main artery out on the western edge of town. I have noticed that there is a Winnetka in Chicago, too. (I didn’t know that was where you were from but I thought it was the Midwest).

    That name, and many other American Indian names, are indeed sprinkled throughout the Midwest. We have many Wabasha’s here, too. And in the government building in St. Paul, there is a bronze sculpture dedicated to Chief Wabasha.

    ___________________

    garden sits naked
    wet snow melts from the driveway
    paw prints disappear

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  166. yesterday, springtime
    today, snow covers the ground:
    winter’s tug-of-war

    ________________________

    Thank, QM, for the news of your Winnetka.

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  167. primeval forest
    fed to hungry chipper,
    not much left for spring

    I posted a “writing practice” on the subject of “the bosque”. my place.

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  168. primeval forest
    fed to hungry chipper, now
    not much left for spring

    (missing a syllable)

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  169. on March 28, 2008 at 1:29 pm Robert Morse

    They talk of Spring Break
    But, taken literally,
    Why would you want one?

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  170. walking through the gate
    sun falls on the other side
    resting by shadow

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  171. seabirds bending the
    wind; angry brown sea; bouncing
    rain on the pavement

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  172. This is not practice,
    this is haiku; else all were
    just practice for death.

    But I would in fact prefer it phrased not as above, but like this:

    This is not practice,
    this is haiku;
    else all were just
    practice for death.

    (5,4,4,4)

    meditation on sound patterns appropriate – Any thoughts?

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  173. The second one has a more natural rhythm, methinks. For me, what’s most important is the cadence and flow, not the rigor around 5-7-5. However, having said that, it’s seems to be important to use that structure as a container in the beginning, to hold your practice. Once you’ve mastered the structure, it seems only natural that you would then start to break it (as all masters do).

    Here’s my haiku for today:

    can a body hold
    the weightlessness of the world
    foam riding on waves

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  174. Tangled-web weaver:
    Your lies are gathering, and
    You flunked Spider Class!

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  175. final day of March
    blizzard whirrs in a tail spin
    winter dust devils

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  177. There you are, chickenlil. I’ve been searching for the comment (#167) where you said you’d posted the bosque practice. I hope others read it. I’m so inspired by these writing practices. Writers write!

    Another haiku for today:

    monday after spring break
    vacation, always, is good
    practice feels better

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  178. on April 1, 2008 at 8:44 am breathepeace

    afternoon snow squall
    suddenly drops inch of snow
    quickly disappears

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  179. on April 1, 2008 at 9:05 am breathepeace

    TELEPHONE

    one child whispering
    to another, “I heard that–”
    first message changes

    Casper, Friday night
    sitting in a circle group–
    “What keeps you awake?”

    with heart in my voice,
    I share Tibetan’s sorrow–
    losing minerals

    with red face burning,
    “We do not RAPE Wyoming!”
    an oil man exclaims

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  180. nesting quail whistles
    from the safety of the sage:
    time to light the day

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  181. chickenlil, are the quail really nesting? Pleasant visual.

    breathepeace, I like the Telephone haiku series. With those few words, I am right there with you.
    __________________________________

    blizzard drops one foot
    lunchtime snow melts from the trees
    satisfies my thirst

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  182. on April 1, 2008 at 4:57 pm alittlediddy

    70 degrees
    Mother Nature stops for air
    she will not stand still

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  183. The California quail which we have here are hilarious, the males look like capuchin monkeys on a bird body – they have black faces with white lines around them, an orange cap with a dangly feather sticking out in front, spotted bodies with multicolored bellies…They are hysterical now with their “distraction yoga” as the females lay eggs in open sand depressions. In the early spring I will hear the females just before dawn, singing a repetitive whistling tune as the sun comes up behind the mountain while they sit on their eggs. When the families hatch out, they will run along behind the parents, on the wall, across the road, sometimes 8 or more in a row.

    papa quail flaps free
    into oncoming traffic
    please don’t find the nest!

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  184. I love your descriptions of the mating quail. They are adorable! I saw one today flitting across the road between cars. I’m always amazed that they get across. Fortunately the speed limit on that road where I always see them is not too high — 25 mph, with speed humps to ensure the cars don’t go faster.

    Here is a haiku for today in honor of mating birds:

    this morning, in bed
    the love-screech of a pheasant
    coyote might come

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  185. BTW, I just read some of the ones lately that I missed. Great question, Robert Morse, about Spring Break (#169)!

    Here’s another, in honor of Spring Breaks:

    spring breaks tree branches
    50-mile-per-hour gusts
    give me a break, wind

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  186. chickenlil, the California quails sound adorable. Thanks for describing them! I don’t think we have them here.

    Robert Morse, your line about flunking spider class (#174) is distinctly part of your voice in your haiku. I keep going back to that – how everyone has their own voice.

    diddy, #182 has a great pause, the surprise line, how Mother Nature stops but will not stand still.
    _____________________

    snow puddle ice streams
    slipping across the driveway
    dodge the morning sun

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  187. W.B. yeats

    He Wishes For the Clothes of Heaven

    Had I the heavens’ embroidered clothes,
    Enwrought with golden and silver light,
    The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
    Of night and light and the half-light,
    I would spread the cloths under your feet:
    But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
    I have spread my dreams under your feet;
    Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
    _____________________________

    Yeats, when I hear you,
    will-o’-the wisp is my feel-
    ing; mist in my soul.

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  189. on April 3, 2008 at 12:10 am Robert Morse

    No debt can repay
    What I owe the Shepherd of
    Late-night radio.

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  190. yb–

    ah yes, Coyote
    croons at foolish lovers out
    late after midnight

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  191. maybe I’m biased, but I think you guys are achieving a really high standard – I mean, I get this frisson quite often when I read your stuff: is frisson an English word?

    Green sea like summer,
    foreign students on the beach;
    warm heart like summer

    (I’m so lazy; but this time for once I did my own homework: this is Papa(s) Merriam-Webster: frisson: ‘a brief moment of emotional excitement’ – also ‘THRILL’)

    Sounds like damning with faint praise. I mean something a bit STRONGER than the above definition.

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  192. on April 4, 2008 at 5:44 pm breathepeace

    DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.

    walking Jesus’ path
    of freedom, justice and peace–
    he, too, was murdered

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  193. on April 4, 2008 at 7:21 pm alittlediddy

    He went to Memphis
    Room#306
    Rest in Peace, Mr. King…

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  194. stranger, thanks for the kudos. And I love the Yeats. One of our readers, I think it was Teri, mentioned how Mary Oliver loves Whitman, Whitman, Whitman & Yeats.

    chickenlil, Coyote medicine.

    Robert Morse, great pause in the Shepherd of Late-night radio. I wasn’t expecting that!

    breathepeace and diddy, a program on MLK in Memphis came on NPR as I was driving today. I might comment about it on another post. But your haiku have inspired me.
    _________________

    head hung in despair
    a man of courage and grace
    marching through Memphis

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  195. day turns into night
    why does it seem so bad now?
    40 years later

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  196. on April 6, 2008 at 4:56 pm Robert Morse

    That “Love of My Life”,
    Looking back now, was merely
    Heartbreak – 101.

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  197. parking lot puddles
    yesterday’s rain turned to snow
    wild and dancing east

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  198. towers of white cloud
    over fields; the humming train;
    snow on the north hills

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  199. It suddenly hit me what all this is – if you do it frequently – it’s like a very special kind of diary!

    It’s great to come here and spend 2, 3, 5 minutes – fast food for the soul

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  200. APOLOGIES, EDIT REQUEST – would someone with access be kind enough to reduce the 8 syllables of 198, line two, to 7 as follows:

    over fields; the humming train;

    thank you so much and sorry.

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  201. stranger, got it – correction made. That last one’s grounded in the humming train (#198). Peaceful. I’m happy that you join us here. I look forward to the the next haiku from our readers. I have yet to write mine for today. It’s gray, chilly, and a little somber.

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  202. […] -related to post: haiku (one-a-day) […]

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  203. sunlight filters through

    objects on my window sill

    bringing color in

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  204. on April 9, 2008 at 12:03 am Robert Morse

    It’s true. The haiku structure, once you get started, becomes internalized, and once you have the structure, you begin filling it naturally. I’m on my way to Chicago to attend a wedding this past weekend; a haiku occurs to me, #196, and I write it down. (Rest assured, I wasn’t driving). As for the wedding, this haiku captures what my friend, the father of the bride, said himself in a joking manner. At the reception, of course.

    Chicago wedding,
    A friend’s daughter is married.
    Just four more to go.

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  205. oliverowl, nice.

    Robert, I had a huge smile on my face when I read your wedding story this morning (#204). Just four more to go!

    __________________

    low, brown, liquid snow
    dripping, tossing, turning sleep
    gray skies shroud the mood

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  206. palest grey and blue,
    almost still; sunlight fizz and
    sparkle on the sea.

    Oliverowl (203) – this has rhythm – yes!
    QM: I’m sharing the melting of Minnesota, day by day. Thanks for the correction

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  207. great insight, stranger, about it being a sort of diary. And not the least bit dreary for others to read, but yes, a taking of one’s temperature, not always emotional; rather, our relationship to what’s around us.

    Robert Morse — that reminded me of my father with four daughters and a granddaughter raised like a fifth. And a son.

    a shotgun marriage
    my sister was seventeen
    “auntie” at age six

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  208. on April 10, 2008 at 9:13 am breathepeace

    snow falls all day long,
    filling empty birdfeeder–
    more winter than spring

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  209. swaying with the wind
    metal lamppost light grows dim
    flickers through the storm

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  210. on April 10, 2008 at 4:32 pm alittlediddy

    tiny Hemlock tree
    your graceful limbs intrigue me
    time for Spring pruning

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  211. The world is being
    born in warm light; like these trees,
    April-born was I.

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  212. […] to posts:  haiku (one-a-day), WRITING TOPIC – TOOLS OF THE […]

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  213. 999 EDIT REQUEST

    I should be punished.

    If anyone can make ‘I too was April-born’ count five syllables…. they have my undying admiration.

    If ‘April-born was I.’ has 5 syllables, would you please substitute it?
    I will now crawl away to my own blog and practice in secret for a while…

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  214. REST IN PEACE MICHAEL MONSOOR

    mother’s heart broken,
    son blown-to-bits in Iraq–
    it could have been mine

    mother’s heart broken,
    not wanting a dead hero,
    but a living son

    mother’s broken heart
    also filled with immense pride–
    they both gave it all

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  215. Breathepeace – thank you for a humbling reminder that we are only visiting here; when the owner dictates, we shall have to move on.

    Yb – your ‘my kind of blogging’ comment has spawned a whole post:
    http://94stranger.wordpress.com/2008/04/12/my-kind-of-blogging-your-kind-of-blogging/

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  216. haiku on ageing…try something new

    at age fifty two

    in Arsenic and Old Lace

    I made my debut

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  217. Cedar Mountain blue
    in back-lighting of twilight
    sun going to rest

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  218. […] -related to post, haiku (one-a-day)  […]

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  219. smile a haiku
    ducks swim in twos, flooded fields
    happy sad I am

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  220. Hi yb,
    as you will know, the recently-diagosed ‘stranger’s syndrome’ consists in writing six syllables instead of five. Do I detect in line one of your latest (no 219) signs of a condition so far unknown to poetic science?

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  221. stranger, so glad you popped in. I meant to tell you that I did edit #211 per your request, thus helping treat this “stranger’s syndrome.”

    Yes, I believe there is also something called “haiku-motion” — the phenomenon of emoting a haiku. I took my cues from all of you 8) .

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  222. Hello,

    Apparently, I still have more to say about that wedding I attended, in haiku form, of course. Not one, but two.

    The newlyweds were
    Showered with bubbles not rice.
    Now cleanup’s a cinch.

    *******

    If bubbles replace
    Rice at weddings, then pity
    Eleanor Rigby.

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  223. breathepease – heartbreaking haiku (#214). Thank you for leaving it here with us.

    oliverowl, did you really debut at 52 (#216)?

    Robert Morse, that Eleanor Rigby twist was great (#222). Wasn’t expecting that one. I’m glad you are still writing about the wedding. 8)
    ________

    40 miles of gusts
    wind sweeps a red snow shovel
    tumbling to bare grass

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  224. Robert, I really like 222

    Yb: at the risk of appearing perverse; I counted ‘smile a haiku’ as 4 syllables; are you demanding the enunciation smy-ul in order to get 5 syllables out of these three words? Come on, fess up and tell us what’s going on! – remember, I’m only British, American is not my first language, lol.

    The sea is there, the
    sky, the sun, I too; only
    the muse is absent

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  225. stranger, both made me chuckle: your comment re: “smile = one syllable” and your haiku. (Although you just proved that your muse really was present all along.)

    Smile’s a tough one. I can see where it could be one syllable, esp if you’re from places like Amarillo, Texas. Reminds me:

    my texas neighbors
    from amarilla, say “shine”
    to a dog named “shane”

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  226. p.s., yes, it’s smy-ul. And I pronounce the g in hanger. How do you say smy-ul, stranger? Do tell.

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  227. […] -related to post, haiku (one-a-day) […]

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  228. Yb: here is a two-syllable smile (well, one and a half to my ear)
    If only I could see thee smile
    I would rest content
    until the last breath blown away
    and the grass close on my head

    And here is a one-syllable one:
    ‘Smile and the world smiles with you.’

    GULLS
    v-dancing the wind;
    raucous yarps reverberate
    over the Old Town.

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  229. 8)

    Any attempt to respond in haiku just falls flat. I said the first one aloud in my best British voice, the second one as the good ol’ girl I am. It was loads of fun!

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  230. […] poetry? Check out ybonesy’s poem and doodle, Sunday. Write a haiku and drop it into our haiku (one-a-day) post. Or read about Ted Kooser’s American Life In Poetry […]

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  231. “Love Hurts” was playing
    when i heard you left this world
    goodbye dear old friend

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  232. THE GARDNER’S RETURN

    these twenty years past
    the weather was no more than
    my distant cousin

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  233. oliverowl

    maybe this is a mistake BECAUSE

    when I first read your number 231, I thought it was a little gem, and so much so that it left nothing to say; what DO you say in the face of death: ‘bad luck, old bean?’

    I’m writing this for everyone, just because I’ve always been the one calling loudly for ‘comments please!’ and your haiku, as indeed several others here at various times, just made me feel llike saying to myself – ‘shut up and let it be there’s absolutely nothing you can add – if you try, you’ll just subtract.’
    I guess I did – apologies.

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  234. spring takes over now
    two deer feed in broad daylight
    bellies full of green

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  235. 16 drips of rain
    fall softly from a black wire
    splash next to treetops

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  236. (at the gym)

    steam room fills, empties
    dude, it smells like dude in here
    voice slips through white fog

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  237. LOL, ‘lil. I keep chuckling over this one.

    oliverowl, ditto what stranger said.

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  238. stranger; no apologies necessary…I am enjoying all the haikus SO much! Each one is such a distillation of words down to the barest essence…I think, for me; that makes it all the more difficult to make comments, except for BRAVO! BRAVISSIMO!

    So, you’re British, eh? (That’s Canadian to add an “eh” at the end.) I dedicate this one to you and my British friend whose comment, incorporated in the haiku, followed his first drink of “American” tap water.

    How was the water?
    ” Rah-ther like a swimming pool,”
    handing me the glass

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  239. QM…yes, made my stage debut at age 52…more fun than a “chair full of bowlies.” (which is even more fun than a bowl full of cherries! Credit for pun goes to Mary Engelbreit.)

    breathe peace, my sentiments precisely, as to 214!

    lil, (236) thanks for the smile…I needed it, after saying good-bye to my dear old friend, (231) whose birthday was today.

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  240. brown leaves and gray sky
    frost leaves the roses alone
    naked and stick bare

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  241. white, pink, & fuscia
    simply ornamental ,yet
    cherry trees blossom

    songbirds build their nests
    preparing for their offspring
    butterflies flutter

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  242. time for Passover
    deck the halls with matzo balls
    celebrate freedom!

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  243. I have admired many of the haiku offered here that are grounded in nature which is traditionally, I believe, the starting point for haiku. Mine have been. for the most part, about anything but nature, (although I did mention an oak tree once). What follows feels like it is subject matter covered elsewhere, somewhere. But here goes.

    It starts with one bird,
    The Symphony to the Dawn.
    Nature’s alarm clock.

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  244. If there’s a polar opposite to the previous haiku, this might be it.

    “Hey, talk to the hand!”
    Rude but clear, unlike Diamond
    Talking to the chair.

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  245. English Channel in
    mist; soft rain on Florida
    miniature golf course

    Yb (and her fellow-Americans!)
    miniature is pronounced ‘minicher’ over here, except by Elizabeth Mountbatten (Queen), who I guess would say ‘minichaw’, though I find it difficult to imagineher using such a vulgar-sounding word.

    QM – I like 235 (sixteen?)

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  246. oliverowl – thanks: I’ll have to work out a come-back for that one!

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  247. here’s another from the gym:

    tattoed wet woman
    locker room transformation
    turns into a guy

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  248. daring Daffodills
    golden trumpets now proclaim
    “Spring has come at last!”

    undaunted by snow
    Tulip and Crocus stand tall
    hear the trumpets’ call

    (after i wrote the 1st haiku, it started snowing!)

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  249. […] Haiku 21 I’ve decided to refresh the haiku series by transfering it to a new post. Here’s the starter, already posted on red ravine https://redravine.wordpress.com/2008/01/15/haiku-one-a-day/ […]

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  250. overcast sky; sultry

    grey sea behind young black girl

    in white bobble hat

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  251. Hi QM
    Everything takes time with me: I finally read your intro (well, some of it). Basho travelling north made a litttle light bulb go on for me:

    Basho travelled north;

    a stray dog crossed his path: south-

    west has its merits.

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  252. stranger, that’s a great story about Basho going North, isn’t it? Your Basho haiku made me smile. 8)

    Robert, though haiku is rooted in Nature, I think it’s good for all of us to play with the form. Especially on a blog. It seems that experimenting and straying from the rules are part of the play of language (from your comment #243).

    oliverowl, the snow just isn’t letting up this year. Last night, we had thunderstorms and hard, hard rain. Everything is finally greening up. No flowers yet.

    chickenlil, I like your gym haiku – especially #247. 8)

    diddy, when I read your haiku (#241), I always picture your huge yard back from the road. I get a visual of the seasons passing where you live.

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  253. […] to posts Got Poetry? (National Poem In Your Pocket Day), haiku (one-a-day), and Ten Things About Sony The […]

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  254. Admission: Ten cents,
    The Monster Show in the Barn
    Cookies served after.

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  255. Earth Day Haiku (hiding in my pocket since April 22nd)

    dwindling resources
    1 million in poverty
    earth cringes and shrinks

    agriculture reels
    carbon footprints and compost
    future stepping stones

    doing more with less
    searching out ways to give love
    take time to nurture

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  256. monsters for ten cents?
    Robert at the Monster Show
    wonder what it is (?) 8)

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  257. Robert, I love those really nonchalant ones (254) which seem to happen all on their own without effort – masterly!

    25/04/08

    SOAKING THE LENTIL PAN PRIOR TO WASHING UP

    ridges – as left in

    sand by retreating sea, but

    in pan of lentils.

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  258. the color of sage

    is soft and heals the soreness

    of the wounded soul

    the fragrance of sage

    is sharp but helps to heal

    the almost broken heart

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  259. Hmm…I spaced the two “sage” haikus apart, but they jumped together when I submitted them (above in #258)
    Oh well, they go together anyway.

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  260. on April 27, 2008 at 1:51 am Robert Morse

    To QuoinMonkey and 94stranger,

    I appreciate your interest in #254. I find myself trying to write little autobiographical tidbits. Capturing the essence of something important in your life in haiku form is a challenge.
    I did one on the “Shepherd of late-night radio.” For those who might not know, that referred to the late, great Jean Shepherd, a radio genius, best-known for writing, and narrating, the movie “A Christmas Story.”

    As for The Monster Show, there really was one. It is a favorite “I remember” topic from my notebooks. I put on the show with three of my friends in 1962. Some kids from the neighborhood actually showed up to see it. After the two Martians arrived at the end and vaporized Frankenstein and Dracula, they invited the audience down for lemonade and cookies. All was temporarily right with the world.

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  261. Robert, I like your autobiographical haikus. Distilling experiences like that down to 17 syllables, capturing the essence of a life experience without a lot of words, opens doors. Oliverowl has a few like that, too, about relationships and love. I enjoy all of those.

    Also we had a conversation about Jean Shepherd last December on the post, Eating December Snowflakes (LINK) (there’s also a link to an NPR story on him in the post). Sharon (bloomgal), one of our Guests, and I were talking about him and his work (Comments 13 & 14). It’s great that your haiku was a tribute to him. I love that.

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  262. almost warm enough;
    kids sleeveless, Florida full
    of mini-golfers

    (see 245)

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  263. Had a snowstorm last Saturday. It was windy, 18 degrees. We took the covers off the roses last week when it was 70. Hope they make it!
    _____________________

    April iced windshield
    purple frost covers a thorn
    snowdusted rosebush

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  264. Possible truth gleaned
    Through seeing-why doggedness
    Better left buried.

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  265. cloud piles all up the

    sky; prowling sea; wind annoys

    beds of pink tulips.

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  266. on April 30, 2008 at 9:33 pm alittlediddy

    robin loves my car
    Honda is unlikely mate
    bird on viagra?

    This was written after 2 days of our company & us witnessing a robin enjoying the pleasures of my vehicle. My husbands truck, Father-in-laws car, & our boat untouched. We have photos that are unbelievable! This bird is not viewing itself in the mirrors, but the roof, hood, & windows are the target. These incidents occur late at night & early morning. None of us has ever seen anything like it! He puffs his belly & flutters on every part of my vehicle! Very much a mating ritual. Tomorrow we hope to capture it on video! D

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  267. on May 1, 2008 at 9:16 am breathepeace

    I just returned from a trip to Egypt. Very different land and seascape there for writing haiku than here in Wyoming. I’ve enjoyed catching up by reading the daily haiku posted here while I was away. You all have been busy! Here are five favorite haiku from my journey:

    exotic Cairo–
    pollution shrouds horizon,
    garbage floats on Nile

    light shines on desert,
    shimmers over source of life:
    full moon in Egypt

    old and new worlds touch–
    pyramids and evening prayer
    beside hotel pool

    hot as an oven,
    one hundred and twelve degrees:
    spring day in Cairo

    in fluid landscape,
    tangarine-colored fish swim
    over blue coral

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  268. […] -related to post haiku (one-a-day). […]

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  269. breathepeace, I had no idea you were in Egypt (#267). Thank you so much for sharing these haiku with us that you wrote there. I’m thinking about the last April (Pink Frog) full moon — how I was watching it here in Minneapolis, you were viewing it in Egypt. Was it really 112 degrees? I couldn’t take that kind of heat for long. I am such a winter person. I’d love to hear more about your trip. Are you planning to write any pieces about it? I always wanted to visit the pyramids. Thanks again for these haiku.

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  270. We’ve got one dab of color on the garden hill next to the driveway. Liz, her sister, mom, and I were backing out of the driveway and noticed one tiny flower. I rolled down the window, and we all peered out into the garden. Liz’s sister said, “That’s Sweet William! Beautiful.” We all felt so much joy from a single Spring bloom.
    ________________

    first sweet william blooms
    five tiny purple petals
    in a sea of green

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  271. stranger, I like #252. The mini-golfers in Florida. 8)

    diddy, I forgot, I had wanted to comment on your robin on viagra (#266). I mean, what’s the deal?! I’d never heard of that before. Really great haiku. Your poor Honda — she must be reeling. Keep us posted!

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  272. on May 2, 2008 at 1:01 pm alittlediddy

    QM, Daddy was the first to notice the robin & it’s shenanigans. It is amazing! This bird flutters all over the Honda, puffing it’s chest & of course pooping! We have had to wash my car 3 times this week & it doesn’t matter where I park! Yesterday shortly after J washed it, I peeked out & the robin was back. I snuck up on it & took the water hose (full stream) to the bird. I thought perhaps that would do the trick. I was wrong. My car needs washed again! I have to write a story about this weird bird. I have named it The Little Blue Pill! D

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  273. on May 3, 2008 at 5:32 pm 94stranger

    the sparkling sea has changed

    from grey to palest turquoise;

    white sails fill with wind

    (P.S. For Yb and y’all down home gals, the last line changes to:

    ‘wind in white sayulls’)

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  274. FILLING THE ROOM TONIGHT

    between fingers pressed
    against the clear pane of glass
    moonlight trickles in

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  275. on May 4, 2008 at 3:56 pm 94stranger

    Sheryl, I think 274 is beautifully phrased – QM is right: it’s wierd how people can write characteristic 17-syllable pieces: to me, this feels different to what anyone else has done here.

    EDITORS: HELP!
    Rather than sending everyone scurrying for their dictionaries, would you add a k to the sparling sea: 273 1st line ?
    Thanks

    P.S. sorry, also in 273 I didn’t translate the English ‘girls’, which of course should read ‘gals’.
    and I’m not sure what ‘down home’ actually means – enlightenment please?

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  276. Thank you for reading and commenting. I love haiku, but often struggle within the confines. Sometimes I just call them short poems instead of haikus…(haiku rebel)…grin.

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  277. ps…love the blue green feel your poem conjures up

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  278. stranger — edits on 273 are done. I’m glad you clarified about the “sparkling” instead of “sparling” — I thought perhaps my down-hominess (down-homeliness??) prevented me from understanding what a sparling sea is. 8)

    As for enlightenment on what “down home” means, well, here’s a good link from our friends at Merriam-Webster: http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/down-home.

    I also noticed how lovely Sheryl’s haiku is…soothing in its rhythm. Glad to have you on red Ravine.

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  279. Couple on a train.
    Her eyes, sparkling, filled with love,
    but he doesn’t care.

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  280. #279
    sparked a memory of this
    old haiku I penned

    Subliminal Message

    I wrote I love you
    on the steamy bathroom mirror
    your wife cleans

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  281. on May 6, 2008 at 7:12 am 94stranger

    Those who are familiar with my haiku output may well have noticed that it tends to be very largely visual. I’ve decided to remedy this by branching out a little.

    PASSENGER IN REAR OF BUS

    Bus’s heavy purr;

    two horn blasts like hunt; engine

    vibration rumble.

    279. Nice one, Ed – low key and to the point
    (I suppose some might object that with haiku, if nothing else at least it’s diffficult to wander off the subject!)

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  282. stranger, nice departure to the rumbling bus (#281).

    Sheryl (#274), your haiku is very tactile – fingers pressed against the glass. Nice.

    Ed Stamm (#279) and poniday (#280), great play with the relationship imagery. I’m intrigued and want to know more. I think that’s a great thing about haiku – you get just enough to engage — your imagination fills in the rest. Welcome to red Ravine.

    ________________________

    wind through red dogwood
    spring rises in the garden
    swatting the first fly

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  283. […] to posts: haiku (one-a-day) and Night […]

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  284. on May 7, 2008 at 2:11 pm alittlediddy

    ode to oliverowl

    bright, vibrant orange
    gerbera daisy named
    Marylin, my friend

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  285. on May 7, 2008 at 6:33 pm 94stranger

    FOR ALL THE CONTRIBUTORS HERE – PAST AND FUTURE (?):

    sev’nteen syllables
    make a party; come join us
    and dance the haiku

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  286. Just Short Of Heaven

    (

    the moon; a thumbnail

    bitten to the quick, did rise

    to heaven then stop

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  287. a day all to myself
    mind spins out to wheeling stars:
    hot bath, cup of tea

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  288. if a door opened
    would we know it was open
    would we then walk through?

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  289. on May 8, 2008 at 12:15 am Robert Morse

    Great stuff continues to appear on this post. I especially liked Ed’s #279. It immediately creates a visual image.

    As for chickenlil’s #288, my guess is that most of the time, we’re oblivious to when these doors open. Years later, they seem more obvious. But writing about those missed doors can open new ones too. “Wheels within wheels”. (I don’t know who said that first, but I know that P.G. Wodehouse put the words into the mouth of at least one of his love-befuddled young characters).

    God’s in the details.
    And the Devil is there too?
    Just write. See who shows.

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  290. on May 8, 2008 at 4:54 am 94stranger

    289 + 287 = 290

    just write; see who shows –
    may be a tiger, earthworm,
    squirrel; cup of tea?

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  291. […] -related to post, haiku (one-a-day) […]

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  292. a haiku of thanks for alittlediddy

    flowers between friends
    nourished and nurtured with love
    bringing joy to both

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  293. poniday, the moon looked just like this here last night. I thought of your haiku (#286).

    diddy and oliverowl, how lovely, your tributes to each other (#284 & #292). I’m so happy you met on red Ravine. And you are both such wonderful people. It just makes my day.

    stranger, #290 is really fun. Your sense of humor always lightens my day.

    chickenlil, you seem so grounded in #287 and #288. I read them when you first posted them. It was late at night after a long day. I felt immediately more peaceful.

    Robert, your response to lil (#289) is really great. Yes, both God and the Devil are there in the details. But we just have to keep writing.

    I so appreciate all of you who write haiku on this thread. Wonderful.
    _______________

    muggy gray spring day
    good to know I’m among friends
    who haiku the way

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  294. Oh tender day
    remember her sweet touch;
    mourning doves coo

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  295. […] -related to post, haiku (one-a-day) […]

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  296. the men of rugs have
    spoken: from Kurdish Bijar
    comes my woven flame

    http://www.turkotek.com/VB22/showthread.php?s=&threadid=4409

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  297. sunday morning mass
    absent catholic doctrine
    mourning dove’s hushed call

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  298. […] -related to post, haiku (one-a-day) […]

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  299. saturated (b)rain
    cherry tree blooms like a balm
    quelling aches and pains

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  300. on May 14, 2008 at 5:36 pm Robert Morse

    Meditation time:
    Will I relax and restore?
    Or just sleep and snore?

    ********

    Haiku structure: Built
    Like a joke, where one-liner
    Meets the three-liner.

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  301. A May morn in Wyoming
    *******************

    stretching and yawning

    babies in green pajamas

    leaves at last unfurl

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  302. Robert and oliverowl are back. 8)

    Liz was talking to our garden neighbor tonight about our blooming bleeding hearts. She pulled one bell off, reshaped it a bit, and said to Liz, “Do you know what this is?”

    ________________

    sunset neighbors talk
    Dorothy plucks one bleeding heart
    “lady in the tub”

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  303. sudden lightning wakes:
    deep sleep ends with thunder crash
    peaceful rain begins

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  304. fierce dandelions
    roaring loud in bright yellow
    grass concedes defeat

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  305. Q, just noticed that 302 “lady in the tub” reminds me of my hot tub haiku. LOL! Also I love the warrior dandelions. Onward! to the seeds!

    This is not perfect, off a tad, but it is verbatim from a Jemez Springs saloon ladies’ restroom stall wall:

    goddam that man what
    kissed my mom when he was done
    doing her electric

    (can you imagine? what a find)

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  306. It *is* a great find!!!

    Yeah, can you imagine? Almost like seeing Daddy kissing Santa Claus, except Daddy’s probably not an electrician.

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  307. on May 17, 2008 at 1:06 am Robert Morse

    I really liked oliverowl’s fierce dandelions, #304. I remember loving dandelions as a kid and feel they’ve been given a bum rap in that they’re treated like weeds.

    I apologize in advance for the following. Part of it was an entry I made on a graffiti wall. (This was no ordinary graffiti wall; I was its creator and would, on occasion, become its censor if an entry didn’t meet the standard I had in mind. I would literally get out the Comet and the sponge.)

    Lovers take heed! Quoth
    Pinocchio, “Love is a
    Many-Splintered thing.”

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  308. That’s funny, and true!

    yb, your comment made me burst out laughing.
    Well then Mr. Claus could have been a chimney sweep, then?

    Like


  309. THE UNBEARABLE BRIGHTNESS OF TEXTILES

    ‘Hi’, Roger said, ‘look,
    Batik, fifteen quid’: cheap, for
    the soul of Bali

    Like


  310. P.S. One of these days, 309 will appear on my blog as Art Object number…. until then, Imagine! (if you like).

    Like


  311. Robert,
    Glad you liked the fierce “dandy-lions”
    I like your funny, (or should I say “punny”) haiku, and it would be especially wise to “take heed,” if the lovers were Eskimos…whose show of affection is the rubbing of noses, right?

    94stranger,
    Forgive me for being so dense, but I need more clues as to what to imagine…help me, please.
    —————————————————-
    WHILE DRIVING IN MONTANA THIS MORNING

    circling overhead
    I’d love to gaze at raptors
    must watch road instead

    Like


  312. lil, I meant Mommy kissing Santa Claus. Typed that one too fast.

    stranger, are you a fan of Milan Kundera, by chance?

    Like


  313. I know you meant Mommy, but Daddy kissing Santa Claus was a pretty funny image.

    Like


  314. Oliverowl, I posted it – just for you! (no kidding)

    hit this and enjoy!

    http://94stranger.wordpress.com/

    far ships, motionless,
    painted on the horizon:
    cool and clear today.

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  315. Back from a writing retreat on Lake Michigan in Wisconsin. Memories of the peacefulness of writing haiku on the beach.
    _________________________

    no fear, no danger
    seagulls swirl over my head
    everything whistles

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  316. stiff breeze from the east

    strong turquoise sea with whitecaps

    far out, lone white sail

    QM – Seagulls? Now that really IS living! (Gloat, gloat – but then, here on the South Coast of England we could never provide your beloved interior-of-freezer experiences for the winter.)

    Like


  317. After viewing the batik from Bali
    ***********************************

    delicate batik
    saturated with colors
    seven mouths say “Ohm”

    Like


  318. […] She leaned down to pick it up. The glacial lake faded into darkening rain clouds. I focused on the rays of light between them. And wrote a haiku. […]

    Like


  319. stranger, you got that right! You just can’t match the freezer interior of winters in the Midwest! (Comment#316). Do you ever have cold weather there on the South Coast of England? Great images — the strong turquoise sea and whitecaps.

    oliverowl, love #317. There is something peaceful about it. Hope you had a good birthday. 8)

    ____________________

    back in the city
    studio light filters in
    sparrow clings to vine

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  320. QM You sound to me like a country girl in city-wolf’s clothing. How about living on Lake Michigan and taking inspirational writing breaks in Minneapolis?

    Camelot I have
    revisted; haiku-free,
    borne aloft on words

    (http://94stranger.wordpress.com/)

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  321. BTW
    Oliverowl,

    1) thank you for the batik haiku – can I add it to the post?

    2) The Camelot link above is to pre-empt your request for clarification!

    Q ‘Excuse me, Sir, why do you wear lead boots?’

    A ‘It feels so good when I take them off!’

    Now you all know the secret motive of my haiku practice!

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  322. on May 23, 2008 at 7:02 pm Robert Morse

    “What did we just do?”
    Ominous words spoken by
    A bride newly wed.

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  323. stranger,
    I would be flattered and pleased to have you post my haiku on the beautiful batik! I read your Camelot poems and enjoyed them very much. They carried me back in memory to a privileged time spent in your beautiful UK. I met no lords of wheat or barley, but knew a wonderful lord of hops, on whose farm in Kent I was a guest. It was fall, and the misty, “hoppin’ mornings” were magical times for strolls along dense hedges that gave up their black berries for me.

    QM,
    I had a lovely, quiet Birthday, and although I spent it in the Archives, there were flowers, friends, cake & coffee.
    I was taken out to dinner, where one piece of too-rich chocolate cake sufficed for the four of us! Phone calls from loved ones completed the day.
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    another year gone
    a row of cards remind me
    hide them with flowers `

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  324. on May 24, 2008 at 9:00 am alittlediddy

    home on the river
    undaunted by recent rain
    beavers feast on trees

    Like


  325. OMG: what would I give to have beavers chewing around where I live!?

    Like


  326. P.S. (I wish one could edit / extend comments!)

    oliverowl, I know those misty mornings in Kent so well – I’ve picked hops / apples there on about three separate occasions. There used to be gypsies working there too. One year I saw a girl – maybe 15 – standing in a doorway:

    gypsy raven hair;
    eyes electric blue: never
    to be forgotten

    Like


  327. Pants is at my feet
    KiKi’s special in my arms
    Chaco watches birds

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  328. oliverowl, glad you had a good birthday (#323). Hiding the cards with flowers sounds like a good idea. 8)

    skywire, hello!

    stranger, I guess I am a country girl in city-wolf’s clothing (#320). About living on Lake Michigan and taking inspirational writing breaks in Minneapolis — I think I would feel too isolated. I thought about that while I was there though.

    Could I live away from most people in nature and write? Maybe for as long as it took to write a book. But I do like being in close proximity to a large city, for the cultural opportunities and people. I think I would miss that.

    _________________-

    Memorial Day
    knocks at a rainy day door
    is anyone there?

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  329. nails clipped, black fur brushed
    Kiev went to Lizzie’s Spa
    lavender catnap

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  330. stranger,
    My friend in Kent also has apple orchards, as well as hops. I’ve never seen such huge apples; only took one to make a whole pie!

    Skywire,
    Hi to you & the 3 furry ones from Cirena & me! I miss you!

    QM,
    Know how it is when you read what you see? I “saw” lavender catnip instead of catnap, the first reading.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Cirena wants out
    but sticky cottonwood seeds
    would be stowaways

    Like


  331. oliverowl, hey, lavender catnip works just fine, too. Either way! Nice Cirena haiku. 8) Say hi from us.

    Like


  332. posed beside a tree
    mouth pursed around Marlboro
    No, just a clothes pin

    Like


  333. Nice twist, poniday. 8) I look forward to your haiku.

    ______________

    old wooden clothes pins
    remind me of my mother
    laundry smells like sun

    Like


  334. #333 & #334 evoke such a lovely mental picture of women hanging clothes out on the line…I love ’em!
    No one has yet come up with a fabric softener that comes even close to the fragrance of line-dried clothes!

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    no sun here today
    welcome rain falls gently down
    thirsty land gives thanks

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  335. oliverowl, that’s the truth. And you rarely see clothes hanging out anymore in these parts. The cabin I was at a few weekends ago had a clothes line with the old-style wooden clothes pins. I loved it.

    ________________

    sun ripe tomatoes
    next to fresh sun-dried T-shirts
    flapping in the breeze

    Like


  336. on May 28, 2008 at 10:29 pm Robert Morse

    I’ve changed (improved?) #264. The first line is now more in tune with the 2nd and 3rd.

    Scraps of truth unearthed
    By seeing-why doggedness.
    Better left buried.

    **********

    Here’s a new one.

    The wave hits the beach
    The sandpipers retreat on
    Tiny cartoon feet.

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  337. Oooo, I do like that better.

    Also, tiny cartoon feet. So right on.

    Like


  338. Love the tiny cartoon feet Robert. I smiled so big when I saw that line. BTW, I like the way you rewrote the line in #264 (see #337) into “scraps of truth unearthed.” More grounded (no pun intended). Nice.

    This one’s for diddy. 8)

    _____________________________

    Susquehanna spring
    missing a little diddy
    how’s Frankenstein’s bride?

    Like


  339. […] -related to posts: PRACTICE – Blossom Moon & haiku (one-a-day) […]

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  340. on May 30, 2008 at 4:54 pm alittlediddy

    QM,
    Thanks & great haiku! I feel honored! Love, D

    Like


  341. […] -related to posts, spinner haiku, haiku (one-a-day) […]

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  342. day warm and hazy;

    low tide; gulls drifting easy;

    sea quiet and lazy.

    Like


  343. stranger, sounds peaceful on the shores of England. We had a ferocious storm here yesterday. The hail was huge and came flying at the windows. Quite dramatic.

    ___________________

    2″ hail flying
    don’t mess with Mother Nature
    she’ll knock your socks off

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  344. on June 2, 2008 at 12:43 pm Robert Morse

    Banged and buffeted
    While at the buffet, I swore
    At my own soiree.

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  345. Robert, you crack me
    up, and this haiku’s not all
    it’s cracked up to be

    ————————————

    nobody will believe
    the me / be rhyme above was a
    neat trick up God’s sleeve

    I had no idea
    it was there, until out it
    popped: isn’t that queer?

    [The two-syllable word (yb!) queer either rhymes – or more accurately can be made to rhyme – with idea)

    No haku can adequately convey the cosmic serendipity involved, during my present period of rhyming (obsessively, do I hear you mutter?) lines one and three, in the fact that after ferocious concetration on the word play around cracked, to parallel Robert’s in 345, I suddenly discover – oh Joy! – that a line 1 and 3 rhyme has fallen into the haiku out of nowhere.

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  346. I like the light touch of 344,5 & 6…seems like people have spring fever…or something!
    Here’s another haiku to spring…
    ““““““““““““““““““““

    la-la-la lilacs

    curly-locks of lavender

    perfuming the breeze

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  347. on June 4, 2008 at 12:27 am Robert Morse

    It seems like people are having some fun. I believe that jokes, even bad ones, should see the light of day, especially if they are true. Therefore, I should mention that in an earlier version of what became #345, I had a souffle at the buffet. But I dropped it.

    “And now for something completely different.”

    The outcome was good
    I know now, but it was still
    The wrong decision.

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  348. Yes, lots of fun in the haiku posts. Rhyming stranger, I kind of like the rhymes, and Robert, did you really drop the souffle? oliverowl, spring fever is a good thing! I like the curly locks of lavender.

    ____________

    way past my bedtime
    writing can do that to you
    minutes into dreams

    hours into days
    then start all over again
    wordsmithing the stars

    Like


  349. 3 cloudy spring days
    belly dance over the sky
    sun creeps into June

    Like


  350. Poor Robert :-(
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    souffles often fall

    but not because they were dropped

    they weren’t baked proper

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  351. ODE TO 351

    souffles often fall –
    (but not because they were dropped)
    but then, don’t we all?

    Like


  352. egg, cheese, fish, or fruit
    everyone’s got the dropsies
    a haiku soufflé 8)

    Like


  353. on June 5, 2008 at 11:30 am breathepeace

    cold, rainy mornings,
    one following another–
    where is warm June sun?

    missing western drought,
    a least just a little bit–
    June was warm and dry

    Like


  354. breathepeace, I was just thinking about you this morning. I’ve missed you. Here’s one for Cris Williamson and Meg Christian. 8)

    _________________

    past pulls me forward
    the changer and the changed
    share the same sweater

    Like


  355. […] -related to post, haiku (one-a-day) […]

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  356. on June 5, 2008 at 5:51 pm breathepeace

    QM, always knew that music was poetry. I love your haiku as much as that album. Here’s a song haiku for you (courtesy of Chris Williamson.)

    ________________________

    singing songs of life:
    filling up, spilling over
    endless waterfall

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  357. on June 5, 2008 at 6:37 pm alittlediddy

    frankenstein so proud
    flags waving in the breezes
    talk of the river

    Like


  358. LEAVING A COMMENT

    read post, click cursor
    in comment box; type comment;
    re-read, click submit

    (P.S. cursor does not rhyme with submit – is this another breakthrough?!)

    Like


  359. […] daily haiku Post Yours Here […]

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  360. […] to posts haiku (one-a-day) and WRITING TOPIC – TOADS & […]

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  361. HI-HO

    like the dwarves in Snow
    White, I am off to work; see
    you in September!

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  362. on June 8, 2008 at 12:56 am Robert Morse

    I found this in a notebook of mine from the ’90’s. It wasn’t written as a haiku; it’s one syllable short. Enough explaining.

    I don’t know a quark
    From a quack, nor a quasar
    from a laser.

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  363. on June 8, 2008 at 1:03 am Robert Morse

    Another morning
    I wake, put on my robe while
    Shedding wisps of dreams

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  364. two lucky bloggers
    we never see their faces
    just what they have seen

    Like


  365. on June 11, 2008 at 10:04 am breathepeace

    hope springs eternal,
    phoenix rising from ashes:
    yellow iris bloom

    Like


  366. […] -related to post, haiku (one-a-day) […]

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  367. traveller delayed
    detours through the history
    waiting for snow melt

    “““““““““““““““““`

    her voice velvet-lined
    fingers caressing old books
    Archives a stage-stop

    ““““““““““““““““““`

    the spring winds play tag
    on her way to Montana,
    she can’t go quite yet.

    Like


  368. on June 15, 2008 at 9:14 am breathepeace

    FATHER’S DAY

    Dad dead five years now,
    old convertible remains–
    top is down today

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  369. Some great haiku going on in this thread. Thank you to all who visit here and leave your treasures.

    ____________________

    cranberry blooms white
    under storm-bending branches
    June morning shines blue

    Like


  370. on June 16, 2008 at 1:31 pm breathepeace

    clouds like quilt batting
    tucked between earth and blue sky–
    resting on green grass

    Like


  371. on June 17, 2008 at 12:05 am Robert Morse

    Life with its fine lines
    Love and hate, sane and insane
    So much to straddle.

    Like


  372. storm clouds approaching
    memories ride the night sky
    sandwiched between dreams

    Like


  373. Hummingbird gathers
    Nectar from the lavendar
    Cool breeze softens now

    Like


  374. Sauna Haiku

    snow buried
    an orange log
    releases the summer sun

    Like


  375. munching cold pizza
    May Sarton over lunch break
    won’t let me forget

    at 76
    restless, “home” changes meaning
    memories save her

    Like


  376. on June 20, 2008 at 1:44 pm breathepeace

    late night summer light
    drums beat across the planet:
    celebrate solstice

    Like


  377. on June 22, 2008 at 3:03 am Robert Morse

    ONE NORTH JERSEY SPRING!
    WHEN EARWIGS ARRIVED EN MASSE!
    no brass bands met them.

    Like


  378. on June 22, 2008 at 9:51 am breathepeace

    twin sons June birthday:
    old friends circle patio
    drinking lots of beer

    Like


  379. on June 22, 2008 at 7:39 pm breathepeace

    raindrops perch on leaves,
    not enough moisture for trees:
    afternoon shower

    Like


  380. see-through peonies
    Solstice sun blasts through the trees
    warm shadowless night

    Like


  381. son left home again
    how many times must they leave
    before it’s easy

    Like


  382. Cool slap on cheek
    fish spin silver motes in air
    silent teardrops fall

    Like


  383. […] to posts: haiku (one-a-day), White Bread Revival, WRITING TOPIC – BAND-AIDS® & OTHER 1920’s […]

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  384. my Russian Olive
    your sun-drenched rain-washed blossoms
    fill nostrils with Spring

    Like


  385. on June 26, 2008 at 5:17 pm breathepeace

    steel grey clouds gather
    thunder rumbles overhead
    fat raindrops follow

    Like


  386. This is in answer to jude, (#382) I know just how you feel!

    it won’t be easy
    joy-makers and heart-breakers
    that’s what children are

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  387. […] to post, haiku (one-a-day), inspired by post, Good-Bye […]

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  388. on June 29, 2008 at 11:46 pm Robert Morse

    My marriage ended
    Before it began; it took
    Twenty years to see.

    (Note: No need for concern, I am happily married for many years now. This refers to a brief first marriage.)

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  389. Robert, glad you clarified. I was about to offer condolences, but no need now. 8)

    _____________________

    tea roses in bloom
    pink, pale yellow, passion red
    strawberries on fire

    Like


  390. on July 2, 2008 at 8:42 am breathepeace

    first orange day lily:
    shock of bright garden color
    signals mid-summer
    _________________________

    rabbit in courtyard
    nibbles new green hosta leaves:
    tasty July feast

    Like


  391. Here is my Haiku for the day:

    the river does not
    flow only one direction
    it flows as you will

    Like


  392. […] to posts: haiku (one-a-day) , Walking Your Talk (Do The Arts Matter?), Does Money Soil […]

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  393. Terri, welcome to red Ravine. breathepeace, the day lilies here haven’t quite bloomed yet. But we’ve seen a TON of rabbits.

    ____________

    dragonfly, rabbit,
    too many Tawnys to count
    not enough fingers

    Like


  394. on July 3, 2008 at 5:08 pm breathepeace

    “enjoy summer days,”
    whispers wind on cold morning —
    fall fast approaching

    Like


  395. on July 4, 2008 at 10:03 am breathepeace

    Independence Day:
    son returned from Iraq war,
    blood red roses bloom

    Like


  396. I cried last week, the day before Independence was celebrated, when I read a statement made by a Veteran at the dedication of the WY Vietnam Veterans Memorial.

    friend died in my arms
    “I knew you’d come,” his last words
    the truth; war is hell

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  397. dampness smells like rain
    swallow taste the color green
    mist hides our shadows

    Like


  398. on July 5, 2008 at 6:29 pm breathepeace

    weeding the garden,
    glasses slide down sweaty nose:
    hot July morning

    Like


  399. on July 6, 2008 at 4:35 pm breathepeace

    smell of pinion, sage
    taste of blue corn, green chili —
    welcome to Taos

    Like


  400. wilting in the heat
    1200 long miles from Taos
    garden in full bloom

    Like


  401. on July 7, 2008 at 10:34 am breathepeace

    vast dry brown prairie
    meets distant blue-grey mountains
    in New Mexico

    Like


  402. on July 7, 2008 at 4:07 pm Robert Morse

    Open spaces lose
    To suburban sprawl; that said:
    ‘Let’s go to the mall.’

    Like


  403. white berries appear
    heat breaks in a red cold sweat
    in Minnesota

    ________________

    hiding in the mall
    between RayBans and Oakleys
    trying to stay cool

    Like


  404. on July 7, 2008 at 6:12 pm alittlediddy

    John Deere and a bear
    tiki lights shine on the pain
    of a life with wings

    Like


  405. wonderful haiku, diddy.

    _____________

    humid sun-soaked sky
    falling in love with summer
    water, wind, and green

    Like


  406. […] Journey, Clark Strand laments that we Americans have lost the vital connection to nature that haiku requires. This essential something is “the sketch from life.” Just as the landscape […]

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  407. up for 2 hours
    bland musings at 5am
    dentist chair at 8

    Like


  408. haiku for Dr. H.
    _______________

    back from the dentist
    might need a shiny gold crown
    the “grind” of writing

    Like


  409. […] -Related to topic posts WRITING TOPIC – NAMES OF FLOWERS and haiku (one-a-day). […]

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  410. rainstorm rumbles sky
    green hail splats against windows
    rose petal floats by

    Like


  411. I miss your laughter
    ringing a breeze through wind chimes
    trembling I await

    Like


  412. on July 10, 2008 at 8:55 pm Robert Morse

    Flowers for my Mom
    Picked from other gardens by
    A Marxist of six.

    Like


  413. roses grow heat rain
    creeping along each branch thorns
    ouch touch their beauty

    Like


  414. […] -related to post, haiku (one-a-day)  […]

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  415. nice, tigerlily. #414 fits in with the Names Of Flowers Writing Topic this week. This is the first year we’ve had roses. beautiful and amazingly hearty for Minnesota winters.

    Robert Morse, your haiku has this playful, enigmatic quality to it. Now I’m wondering about the last line of #414. 8)

    __________________

    raw heat, night buckles
    summer lightning through the blind
    sends the soothing rain

    Like


  416. on July 11, 2008 at 11:35 pm Robert Morse

    To QuoinMonkey,

    I assume that you mean the last line of #413. I have a memory of picking a bouquet of flowers for my Mom while walking home from school, 1st Grade being my best guess. Most of the bouquet was made up of dandelions. But there were other flowers, and I distinctly remember a tulip. At age 6, my sense of private property was not, shall we say, fully developed. I didn’t feel, at the time, that I was doing anything wrong in gathering flowers from others gardens. Flowers were flowers and belonged to everyone. Or so I thought, if I thought at all.

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  417. Robert Morse, yes, #413, thanks for the correction (I was 1/400th off on that number which can make a big difference in these haiku). And thank you for responding. A Marxist of six — that makes total sense. I can see how flowers would have belonged to everyone. I am always struck by what we remember and how long those memories carry on. Some of the most vivid childhood memories are those where we are doing something independent, standing up, yet we might get into trouble because we’ve crossed a boundary of some sort.

    Back to the present. They are putting a new roof on our neighbor’s house this morning. And Mr. Stripeypants is sleeping on the clean laundry. 8)

    ________________

    Pants in the laundry
    pounding on the roof next store
    cactus garden blooms

    Like


  418. only half a moon

    lantern hanging in the sky

    lighting my way home

    Like


  419. Western Yellow Pine
    hidden in its puzzle bark
    sun and vanilla

    wedding in the woods
    friends, family and music
    bride and groom find bliss

    Like


  420. on July 13, 2008 at 5:23 pm alittlediddy

    My Mother’s Flowers
    Fond memories flood my mind
    rain and teardrops soothe

    Like


  421. sunday night arrives
    those monday blues haven’t come
    let my dreams be clear

    mondays are not blue
    this from Em, who hears my poem
    yes they are, says Dee

    Like


  422. on July 14, 2008 at 9:05 am breathepeace

    my mother’s garden:
    with move, mourns loss of rose bed,
    even more than mind

    Like


  423. on July 14, 2008 at 9:32 am Robert Morse

    Songs about Monday:
    Manic, rainy, can’t trust it–
    Let’s pick on Tuesday!

    Like


  424. Tawny eats breakfast
    me, sipping the last French Roast
    Kiev sleeps pincurled

    Like


  425. behind the mountains
    the moon sends the sun to bed
    with gold cloud-blankets

    Like


  426. oliverowl, your haiku are becoming more and more masterful. The last three or four you have written are so grounded in the land — I can picture Wyoming so clearly.

    I thoroughly enjoy everyone who contributes their haiku here. I watch moods and seasons change across the country through your words.

    ___________

    soaring patch of red
    polka dot flicker on ash
    poking bugs through bark

    Like


  427. […] to posts haiku (one-a-day) and WRITING TOPIC – TOADS & […]

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  428. subtle smell of pine
    birds brightly singing, hidden
    sweet chorus of cheer

    Like


  429. on July 16, 2008 at 9:16 pm alittlediddy

    family and friends
    gather with pain & prayer
    for love of my life

    Like


  430. on July 17, 2008 at 10:48 pm alittlediddy

    hope is on the way
    improvements more promising
    love and prayer helps

    Like


  431. train whistle blast
    deep in the night sounds so close
    i shiver and pray

    Like


  432. shadows in footprints
    one tiger-eyed jellyfish
    sunset on my heels

    Like


  433. I saw a picture of a lake with Mother duck and her many babies following her. It made me think of this:

    water shines like glass
    blue so pure, it takes my breath
    little ones stay close

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  434. For my brother J. who has been in the ICU since Tuesday. Thank goodness for family and good friends.

    ___________________

    healing energy
    July moon in Capricorn
    family gathers

    love in many forms
    chainsaws, sweat, and waiting rooms
    bursting at the seams

    Ancestors are there
    holding space, easing the pain
    until J. comes home

    tears in tired, red eyes
    looking out past the city
    Susquehanna bridge

    no understanding
    only to live in the now
    know — that’s all we have

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  435. haiku for diddy
    ______________

    so much tenderness
    the simple squeeze of a hand
    worth a thousand words

    at the heart of pain
    braids of faith, strength, and courage
    for your endless love

    Like


  436. on July 18, 2008 at 11:15 pm alittlediddy

    QM,
    What lovely haikus. I cannot express to you how grateful I am to have have you here. Experiencing the love of relatives who have come from other states, family that live here, & the friends who have all been such a great to support. I am grateful to be surrounded by such sincere love & caring.
    To Marylin, who is Liz’s mother & by fate we met through redRavine.
    Thanks to redravine for coming into life months ago. Truly a great inspiration for me. I have been checking in every night, even through this adverse situation. I am certain that with such love & prayer in addition to the excellent care being given by the hospital staff. We have already seen such great progress.
    And it is amazing how many strangers who have family in either ICU or CCU that we have met & hugged & supported each other through our ordeals.
    Wonderful, good energy! And yes, we have witnessed miracles!
    In addition I want to thank yb. QM has told me of the prayer & good energy you are sending to J & our family from afar.
    Well, time to make my nightly call to the hospital for an update.
    Again, thanks to all. I am certain that we are getting over the hurdle & as Daddy put it so well to the Dr. when he told us J was getting out of the woods & Daddy said that J is nearing the end of the woods.
    Prayer, good energy & support are truly appreciated!
    As always, love D

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  437. for diddy, J. & QM

    love surrounds you now
    no limits of time or space
    flies on angels’ wings

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  438. diddy and QM, bless your hearts. they are under so much strain right now, beating with hope and fear.

    from afar i send
    love to wrap around yourselves
    arms of a cottonwood

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  439. on July 19, 2008 at 12:03 am breathepeace

    Wyoming stampede–
    wild buffalo love pounding
    from my heart to yours

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  440. Birthday suit of mine
    spreading wider to make room
    sparrow takes a bath

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  441. life takes many turns
    community holds steady
    love’s the glue that binds

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  442. on July 19, 2008 at 8:43 pm breathepeace

    day lilies blooming
    wild orange hope, like a prayer,
    flies east with the wind

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  443. on July 19, 2008 at 9:26 pm alittlediddy

    flying grass-hopper
    messenger, flies away as
    door opens wider

    Special thanks for the lovely haikus. D

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  444. on July 19, 2008 at 10:08 pm alittlediddy

    for family, friends, & those at redravine:

    Bricks were crumbling
    now wrapped by much support
    mortar between bricks

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  445. back to visit J.
    over the Susquehanna
    prayers flow in rivers

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  446. July haiku trilogy
    _______________

    stifling hot July
    slips through Pennsylvania rain
    hope for the flowers

    writing chair of blue
    kitchen table of my youth
    don’t be tossed away

    behind thunderstorms
    under Summer’s 7th moon
    Salamander dreams

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  447. on July 21, 2008 at 11:12 pm Robert Morse

    Stitch the scorpion,
    My son’s via a teacher.
    Water-sprayed each day.

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  448. […] to posts:  haiku (one-a-day) and Out Of Chaos Comes […]

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  449. two hummingbirds dance
    sip sweetness, fly to cedars
    winged doorway, light

    *love the susquehanna haiku and photo

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  450. summer evening
    a humming bird feeds
    impatiens flutter

    spun in ice
    the cream we stole from the barn
    cools our night

    thunderheads rumble
    softly in the distance
    raindrops

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  451. Robert Morse, another puzzle haiku. 8)

    Laura, love your haiku. so lovely to read them here.

    qazse, beautiful. welcome to red Ravine. And thank you for leaving your haiku. I’m watching a rainstorm over a Southern lake as I type.

    ___________

    heat lightning crackles
    rain sizzles between the lines
    brick walkway steaming

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  452. on July 23, 2008 at 8:10 am breathepeace

    granite mountains rise
    most troubles carried away
    on rushing river

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  453. Metal gray clouds clear
    Graduating ICU
    Weather vane points home

    QM,
    We’ve followed the story of your brother
    with bated breath.
    So glad for the continuing good news.
    Hope floats again…

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  454. Short Poem

    Summer looms
    My ass blooms
    take me away Calgon

    if scented bubbles
    wont float
    my troubles away

    Jose Cuervo, lime and salt
    hit me with a double!
    Ole’!

    sad…I know…grin

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  455. Laura, thank you so much. He’s so much better. And thank you for the haiku!

    breathepeace, as always, a pleasure to have your haiku here.

    Sheryl, love the Jose Cuervo haiku. It’s been a long time since I had any. Still, it reminds me of summers past. 8)

    ________________

    steaming boiled peanuts
    peaches, bites of barbeque —
    just like coming home

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  456. […] to posts:  haiku (one-a-day), Memories Of The Savannah, and Out Of Chaos Comes […]

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  457. flying by the seat
    of one’s pants; plastic cups of
    tea; heh: teacher stuff!

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  458. on July 24, 2008 at 11:17 pm Robert Morse

    Hope not only floats
    Sometimes it comes up for air
    And it greets the light.

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  459. QM,
    My work partner is intriged by the boiled peanuts, even went online yesterday to learn more. She asked one seller if she could have a small sample, but was denied. (Smallest order was 3 cans for $4.99+ shipping.) She has led a sheltered life; never lived any place except Montana; never been on an airplane. Hope you & Liz are enjoying being family history detectives.

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  460. oliverowl, the boiled peanuts are great. My sister asked us to bring her home some today, too. She called as we were driving up from St. Simon’s to Savannah. I think we’re going to be bringing quite a few peanuts back from Georgia. I did see today that they had boiled peanuts in cans at a convenience store. I had never seen them that way. Can’t be as good as the fresh vats we see in S.C. and Georgia.

    ______________

    live oaks, dripping sweat
    up the coast to Savannah
    gallons of sweet tea

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  461. on July 26, 2008 at 10:01 pm alittlediddy

    QM, in the can is a Southern thing, but they are far from what you get fresh at the roadside stands!
    If oo could order raw peanuts on line they she could easily prepare them for her friend.
    BTW, We used to have a Food Lion grocery store in a town nearby & they sold the peanuts in a can, along with lots of other Southern items. But they have closed down. :(

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  462. […] -related to post:  haiku (one-a-day) […]

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  463. California oaks
    don’t dress up in Spanish moss;
    their mantilla green

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  464. […] -related to post: haiku (one-a-day) […]

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  465. small green promises
    will you be fulfilled in time
    or cling to your vine?

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  466. on July 28, 2008 at 12:00 pm breathepeace

    breathing in summer,
    cherishing this precious life–
    breathe out and let go

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  467. on July 28, 2008 at 1:01 pm breathepeace

    After sitting with #467 for awhile, it demanded to be changed:

    breathing in summer,
    holding this one precious life–
    breathe out and let go

    “clinging” to life and to fear, often go hand-in-hand for me. To move beyond fear, I must loosen my grip. To enjoy the full sweetness of life, I need to be willing to let go of it.

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  468. fan cooling my mind
    watering black-eyed daisies
    in dreams, in daylight

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  469. Big writing project
    And my diversion tactics
    Are multi-tasking.

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  470. on August 3, 2008 at 3:08 pm breathepeace

    just twenty-four hours,
    blazing orange summer glory:
    brief daylily life

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  471. This is a better version of # 470 in which I referred to “diversion tactics”. I think there’ a better name for those, one that we are familiar with.

    Big writing project:
    Monkey Mind is so busy,
    Its multi-tasking.

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  472. It’s good to catch up on all the great haiku. breathepeace, I like the change to “holding” in #468. Robert, like the change to Monkey Mind in #472. Laura and oliverowl, beautfiul. It’s good to be back with more time to read. 8)

    _____________________

    mind in a whirlwind
    Georgia to Pennsylvania
    (home), (home), (home again)

    white fan sweeps the room
    in the silence of black night
    Liz’s fever breaks

    head hits the pillow
    night can’t stop the racing mind
    serenity prayer

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  473. […] to posts haiku (one-a-day), Labyrinth Walker, and labyrinth […]

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  474. Here is my Haiku for the day.

    tree roots strong and proud
    white hot flames, nature flees, trees
    rooted, hear their tears

    I wrote this concerned about the season of wildfires.

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  475. HAIKU AT 30,000 FEET

    one small wisp of cloud
    sailing in infinite blue,
    have you lost your way?

    prairie below me
    turned into a patchwork quilt
    yellow, green and brown

    writing in the sky
    three haiku on a jet plane
    make the time fly by

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  476. […] to posts: savannah river haiku, haiku for the live oak, haiku (one-a-day) Possibly related posts: (automatically generated)Ah, CRAPOLA (thank you Mom, for teaching me that […]

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  477. oliverowl, your haiku are beautiful. It seems like a natural art form for you. Your triad (#476) rocks.

    ——————

    peppermint white clouds
    dance through the red in my eyes
    soul blue summer skies

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  478. […] -related to posts: WRITING TOPIC – NAMES OF FLOWERS, PRACTICE – Summer – 20min, haiku (one-a-day) […]

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  479. I wished the sunshine
    for you, the love of my life
    storm clouds blew away

    spring fades to summer
    and now summer fades to fall
    winter life awaits

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  480. river, rocks and falls
    senses reel with sights and sounds
    cat-tails standing guard

    lupine blooming blue
    in mountain meadows so high
    match the cloudless sky

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  481. miracles happen
    our hope is the catalyst
    it makes our faith strong

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  482. tigerlily, what a powerful, spiritual haiku; I am so moved by it!

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  483. These were the last lines in one of my Writing Practices today. I decided to turn them into a haiku: My brain is trying to kill me. My heart tries to throw me a life preserver. My body’s caught in the middle.

    ________________

    heart life preserver
    my brain is trying to kill me
    body caught between

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  484. QM, those three lines were so impactful. They really lend themselves to a haiku.

    I did a WP this afternoon, and I found a haiku in it, although it doesn’t make a lot of sense, I’m afraid. 8)

    ________________

    my gills for breathing
    the best kind of toffee taste
    thousand-year-old skin

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  485. found late happiness
    hiding just beyond a few
    covered in smiles

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  486. My baseball summers
    Await the wrecking ball with
    The House That Ruth Built

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  487. five sibling catbirds
    flutter among the hemlock
    Mother Mary waits

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  488. ybonesy, your haiku from your Writing Practice (#485) fits together perfectly. Really makes you think. I like the last line — thousand-year-old skin. I find a lot of lines come from Writing Practices that make for good poetry.

    Welcome pieceofpie! Welcome back Robert Morse & diddy. Always happy to read you here. 8)

    ________________

    summer weight, lifting
    yellow cornflowers bloom tall
    seeds from the prairie

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  489. calm lake beckoning:
    sunlight shimmers on water,
    kayak sits empty

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  490. loon calls across lake,
    eerie three note “where are you?” —
    here… right beside you

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  491. breathepeace, wherever you are sounds very peaceful. 8)

    __________________________

    breezy August day
    flies through square holes in the screen
    touches my left cheek

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  492. In plays, Marcia says:
    “The present evokes the past.”
    As it does in life.

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  493. QM: I’m with my mom on Cable Lake in far northwestern Wisconsin. This is where I first read Clark Strand’s book and learned to write haiku. I’ve dubbed it “haiku heaven.” It is my heart’s home and also my favorite place on earth.
    ________________________________________________

    beautiful silence:
    paddle dipping in water,
    call of forest birds

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  494. Robert Morse, that is so true (#493).

    breathepeace – I am happy to know you are that much closer to us here in Minnesota (for the time being) (#494). I can imagine you there. 8) There is nothing like spending time in our favorite place on earth. It’s amazing how tranquil your haiku are in that place, too. And how all that comes through in 17 syllables.

    Last night we watched the Full August Moon rise by a fire at a friend’s house. A Great Horned Owl flew over the pond. They see them nearly every night, right outside their door.

    ___________________________

    great horned owl feathers
    moon floating over the pond,
    a wild raptor’s screech

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  495. […] NOTE: Today Dee had a horse show, and once again I was so impressed by the gentleness of these animals as they carried their young riders that I wanted to do a haiku as a tribute to The Horse. The above rider is friend and former neighbor; her horse is Curly. This photo is not a good one (Em recommended against using it altogether), but it’s the best I have from the few I snapped (plus, I’d rather not publish kids’ faces since I didn’t get permission). -Related to post haiku (one-a-day) […]

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  496. straw spun into gold
    softly coloring my room
    will warm winter nights

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  497. kayak in moonlight,
    beaver SLAPS tail on water:
    sending a warning

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  498. She hugged the whole world
    For me it was enough to
    Be in it with her.

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  499. aluminum sheets
    rattle and flap like my ears
    popping after baths

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  500. Congrats on being Comment #500, a~lotus, and welcome. What a great way to describe the popping of ears and the flapping of aluminum sheets. Perfect! I know that sound and feeling.

    Here’s one from me:

    when i close my eyes
    i see a black rectangle
    window into night

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  501. Thanks for the warm welcome!! I so need to escape from calculus at the moment and be basking in the midst of poetry since I missed it so!! :)

    I hope to be more active here on this site! :) And of course, meet new faces.

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  502. manual(ly)

    the smell of new wood
    builds a cozy study,
    but breaks down one’s own nerves

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  503. Double welcome, a~lotus. So glad you are joining us here. Seems the 17-syllable haiku math would be so much simpler than calculus. 8)

    ______________________

    cardinal wire-sits
    yellow finch at the feeder
    cats perch behind glass

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  504. Vonnegut set free
    His characters in BREAKFAST
    Hope they’re doing well.

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  505. feathered friends arrive
    at The Cafe 225
    nature provides meal

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  506. unlocking door
    welcomes sauna without steam-
    reverse a/c action

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  507. And thanks for the welcome, QM! :)

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  508. […] -related to post:  haiku (one-a-day) […]

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  509. silence at midnight
    dishwasher burns, turns, and churns
    through August slumber

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  510. sunlight tinged the tips
    of prickly palm trees outside
    my window-I yawned

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  511. rain drops, then sun shines
    harmonica on the wind
    cedar sings the blues

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  512. fingers of brown smoke
    reach across our once blue sky
    from the dragon’s lair

    (Shoshone National Forest has been burning for weeks…I could cry!)

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  513. nameless faces walk
    through foggy windows, through air-
    I forget you not

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  514. hit-or-miss clutter
    lemon polish wipes away
    snow of dust on wood

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  515. a~lotus, I’m really enjoying your haiku. wonderful. you capture the simplicity and grace of the everyday in #515. wow.

    oliverowl, so sad about the Shoshone National Forest (#513). I had not heard it on the news. Don’t know where I’ve been. I remember that helpless feeling when I lived in Montana and the forests would be burning all around us. Once in Missoula, there was a fire right up Rattlesnake Canyon. It takes so long for the land to recover. Sigh…

    Here’s one for the rest of the buckthorn I need to tear out next to the house:

    _________________

    invasive gnarled limbs
    sky-blue clouds in buckthorn skies
    time for the chainsaw

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  516. Thanks, QM! I like yours too! The “gnarled”, “buckthorn”, and “chainsaw” really conjure jagged, pointy things I’ll DEFINITELY avoid touching!! :D

    NOTE TO ALL: If you are sensitive to medically related stuff, please do NOT read my haiku/senryu below.

    ———————————–
    anatomy class

    plastic models of
    the human body in rows-
    dead pigs in a shop

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  517. Why live in the Past
    When you can visit? I hear
    Time-shares there are great.

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  518. […] think the postcard is like a letter haiku. Think of everything you’ve learned in brief intervals of 17-syllable haiku from our regulars on […]

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  519. a~lotus, ugh. And wow. I don’t remember that when I had anatomy class. great haiku though (#517). we’ve got to write about it all. 8)

    Robert, your trademark sense of humor shines through in #518. And I was thinking how strange it was then that I did that post in #519 — all about the past. 8)

    ___________________

    raisin bread breakfast
    water bottle half empty
    stomach over-full

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  520. Honoring Women on August 26th

    not without power,
    their voices move the nation:
    19th Amendment

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  521. Oops, I messed up my title. It’s supposed to be: “Honoring Women on August 26th”.

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  522. a~lotus, I made the correction for you on #521. I’m grateful for your 19th Amendment haiku. 8)

    ____________________

    morning thunderstorm
    Mr. Pants buries his head
    lightning flash finds him

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  523. How interesting! Had it rained where you are? I’m getting the angry storms from the Gulf of Mexico. I dislike the hurricane season.

    God’s bridge over
    man’s bridge after thunderstorms-
    promise and mercy

    Oh, and thank you for fixing my post! :)

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  524. Yes, rain and thunderstorms as we were leaving the MN State Fair last night. We are SO lucky it held out as long as it did! I mean it was a downpour where we live.

    _________________

    Midway rain puddles
    macaroni on-a-stick
    dancing up a storm

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  525. late summer sunshine
    warms painful fractured body
    filling heart with light

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  526. […] to post: haiku (one-a-day), MN State Fair On-A-Stick (Happy B’Day […]

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  527. breathepeace, hope you’re okay.

    _______________

    time’s an illusion
    spinning llama wool to thread
    next to butter queens

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  528. Okay, I am sort of cheating but they’re somewhat related…

    on digital billboards

    storm is approaching
    Gulf Coast region on alert
    fill up your gas tanks

    ——————–

    felt like a 100 plus
    the ground tilted as I swayed
    I seek relief

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  529. Wow, I’m making mistakes with words!!

    “tilted” not “titled”!! Oy, maybe I shouldn’t write haiku/senryu so late… -_- I should be in bed now. Been a long day.

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  530. […] to posts: haiku (one-a-day), MN State Fair On-A-Stick (Happy B’Day MN!), MN State Fair On-A-Stick, Blogger In Vietnam […]

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  531. a~lotus, I’m a little late getting here, but I made the correction. No problem. Great haiku (#529). I heard an NPR show on the storm that is heading for the Gulf Coast. They were interviewing people who had survived Katrina and are now prepping for this storm; that’s got to be scary. On the second one, you are still within the 17 syllables. It all works!

    _________________

    soft wind feels like Fall
    warm sweatshirts, cool sunglasses
    midway to winter

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  532. QM, you are my
    mistress of ceremonies
    of the seasons. Peace!

    I wrote my first haiku poem some time ago: seems to work –
    http://94stranger.wordpress.com/2008/07/24/poem-prayer-in-the-desert-reprise/
    starts like this;

    Lord, let me cross this

    immensity – to come to

    water and to life

    ———————–
    visitors welcome.
    BTW – it’s good to be back!

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  533. QM — I’m okay. On the last day (8/21) of vacation in Wisconsin, I was trimming a maple limb, which hung over my mother’s deck. I fell 12 feet to the ground and suffered a 30% anterior compression fracture to my first lumbar vertebrae. One day, maybe I should do a post on “choosing a landing.” Whether over water, or solid ground, there is one moment where you get to choose: face first or feet, etc. I made a lucky guess on landing and was walking, albeit painfully, later the same day. Here are four fractured-back haiku:

    8.21.08
    sawing maple limb,
    when it breaks free, I am falling–
    land in startling pain

    8.23.08
    constant companion,
    pain dwells in right hip:
    reminder of good fortune

    8.24.08
    gift of family,
    worth not easily measured
    until you need them

    8.25.08
    body racked with pain
    mind celebrates survival:
    happiest birthday

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  534. stranger, you’re back! How delightful. I’ve missed your haiku. Welcome back.

    breathepeace, oh, my heart aches for you. I’m so sorry. Your haiku reflect and capture your pain; also the gratitude you feel for the support you have received and the healing. You are an amazing woman. I have always had great respect for you and the way you live your life. Sending warm healing energy. And a big hug.

    _________________

    warm thoughts to my friend
    grateful, healing across miles
    sky ribbons of love

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  535. time of ripening
    grass and grains turn harvest gold
    black-eyed Susans wink

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  536. I am sending you my prayers of healing, breathepeace! Please take care!

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  537. grasshopper trying
    to use grass as a springboard
    to heaven knows where

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  538. oliverowl, lovely haiku both #’s 536 and 538. I especially adored the latter as it is very childlike and tickles my funny bone. :)

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  539. To breathepeace:

    may you heal quickly
    in family’s loving care
    breathe peacefully, friend

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  540. sticky afternoon-
    lonely bee plays hide-and-seek
    near honeysuckles

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  541. 94stranger; nice to have you back. Were you crossing a desert? Have you ever been in Needles, CA? Hotter than Hades!!

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    Thank you a~lotus. I was doing a little nature-watch this beautiful evening, from my porch.

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  542. a cranky cricket
    sending forth his loud complaint
    as if I could help!

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  543. summer evening
    a trail strewn between tile cracks
    dead soldier ants

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  544. Outside the sky was
    Partly cloudy but inside
    The glass was half full

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  545. basil seeds float
    with jello in dessert drink-
    not frog eggs, dear!

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  546. […] -related to post: haiku (one-a-day) […]

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  547. crack of dawn
    dreams cut short
    by wailing false alarm

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  548. Thank you for your healing well-wishes. They are helping. I am better every day.

    early morning chill,
    sign of fall’s steady advance–
    summer slips away

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  549. purple asters bloom,
    sun cooled to sweater weather:
    missing my old friend

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  550. 50 degree chill
    wasps run busy at the nest
    St. Paul sits empty

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  551. […] to posts: haiku (one-a-day), WRITING TOPIC – NAMES OF […]

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  552. monstrance in sunlight
    my heart dips in holy water
    I genuflect

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  553. a~lotus, I had to look up the word monstrance. Really expands your haiku (#553). Happy Sunday everyone.

    _______________

    rain drips off the eaves
    cool breeze through open window
    where has summer gone?

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  554. Breathpeace, thank goodness you didn’t fracture any haiku-making parts! Heal well.
    Oliverowl, I love your crickets
    QM Thank you, it’s good to be back – and with some new kids on the block.
    Robert, for me 545 is the big one: a frisson factor of at least 8 on a scale of 1 to 10

    English Rain – Week Seven

    I think I shall read
    up on Noah; this rain threatens
    to get biblical;

    I may float away,
    Pooh-like, on an umbrella –
    with two pairs of cats.

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  555. P.S. Oliverowl – for the desert, hit the link provided!

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  556. at farmer’s market,
    small old man sells happiness:
    red geranium

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  557. To 94stranger,

    Thanks for your comment and welcome back. I meant to dedicate 545 to George Carlin; I guess it’s not too late. His love for putting word usage under the microscope was one of his greatest talents. He may have done a bit on “partly cloudy” as opposed to “partly sunny”. I recommend to everyone Carlin’s “Modern Man” which is viewable on YouTube. It shows, for one thing, that he saved some his best work for the later part of his career.

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  558. QM, regarding #553: Yes, when I looked back at it, it is really the word that jumps out on you. lol It was simply a peaceful day that day, and a much needed one in fact! :)

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  559. casting long shadows,
    bright fall sunshine slants through trees:
    wear socks, not sandals

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  560. over the phone
    a hello and updates
    prompt an academic heart

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  561. on the road again
    hurricane exodus of
    mechanical swans

    (aka: Yikes! There goes Ike!)

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  562. prairie sunset rose
    brings memories of mother:
    dying of cancer

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  563. The hero always
    Saves the day. But tell me please
    Who will save the night?

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  564. Some really nice haiku here. Wow. I just went back and read a few from the past few weeks; it stopped all the chatter in my head.

    Robert Morse, who *will* save the night? Interesting about Carlin (#558). Liz and I watched an hour show of him on, I think, Sundance. Can’t remember for sure. But it was in the later part of his life. He was fearless, kept going strong and sharp, right to the end. When I was watching that film, I couldn’t help but remember him in his early career, how popular he was for speaking out with wit and humor.

    breathepeace, love 557. Nice twist. Something about red geraniums. Thanks to everyone who leave their haiku here. Very grounding to read each day.

    ______________

    death trails beside us
    life is not a fairytale;
    love? our only hope

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  565. like thoughts in my head,
    drops constant patter on roof:
    meditate on rain

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  566. […] -related to post: haiku (one-a-day […]

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  567. 94stranger; I hit the desert poem link and enjoyed the whole poem very much! Love Pooh & friends, especially Piglet, (also diddy’s favorite)
    R. Morse: Carlin will be missed!! I enjoy and appreciate your haiku, especially the gentle humor.

    moon plays hide and seek
    or perhaps it’s peek-a-boo
    childlike in her games

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  568. rain on red willow
    puddles form porch mandalas
    circles of blue light

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  569. trapped in the garage
    a flitting blur in spirals
    baby hummingbird

    caged between palms
    its beak pecks away, chirps, then
    shoots like a firecracker

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  570. Black and white duo:
    Old Puss – faded; Young Puss – sleek
    as a city gent.

    [On this side of the pond, gent is a recognised abbreviation for gentleman]

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  571. New student, sitting,
    Contemplates their navel but
    Can’t see past the lint.

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  572. Casket floor shadows
    breeze through 3rd story windows
    women sewing silk

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  573. petals are pages
    from Nature’s book of beauty
    flowers grace my room

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  574. behind twisted trees
    the sun yawns its last rippling glow-
    a silhouette

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  575. shorts? down comforter?
    50 to 80 degrees –
    schizophrenic Fall

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  576. late afternoon sun
    slants through trees beside small lake–
    leaves and teardrops fall

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  577. breathespace, how interesting that your image (#577) is very similar to the image I’ve seen that day (#575)!! However, I didn’t write about the lake that was made by Hurricane Ike.

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  578. a~lotus, it is interesting how #575 and #577 are similar. I think they are related in describing the quality and angle of sunlight in the fall.

    robin’s egg blue sky,
    reflects bright, waning sunlight:
    yellow aspen leaves

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  579. burning bush, red flame
    bluejay darts into pines
    twilight colors glow

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  580. catching up with life
    as the wind catches dried leaves
    humidity wanes

    Like


  581. on fall equinox,
    busy squirrels race across roof:
    prepare for winter

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  582. certain September
    days have a stillness unmatched
    by any others.

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  583. autumn makes debut
    s’mores & hotdogs fill me
    with summer delights

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  584. brisk fall wind blowing
    creates colorful flurry:
    a cyclone of leaves

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  585. You sure can tell the seasons are changing. Thread to thread to thread. Seasonal connections. 8)

    ____________

    flicker’s rhythmic drum
    red squirrel raids the water jar
    tipping the balance

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  586. It’s hard to see red
    When you’re feeling blue ’cause the
    Shades of gray are lost.

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  587. I’ve been gone for awhile, but my yearning to write has drawn me back.

    I walk through darkness
    Crickets sing beneath the pines
    Smell the clear black night

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  588. visit long-time friend,
    she sees my mother in me —
    oh, God! I am old

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  589. GREAT RELIEF

    feeling great relief
    finally exhale fully —
    son home from Army

    season’s last rhubarb
    into morning coffeecake:
    enlistment ended

    celebrating peace,
    here at home, not in the world —
    we raise our glasses

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  590. Robert Morse, that’s a sad one (#587) full of color.

    Tigerlily, welcome back (#588). I can hear those crickets in the pines.

    breathepeace, so glad your son is home. That must feel like a HUGE relief. Peace at home…maybe that’s where it all begins. Yes, let’s raise a glass — clink. (I like #589, too. Exactly how I’ve been feeling lately.)

    _______________

    cool breeze fills the air
    red and yellow autumn leaves
    cloud cover bristles

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  591. do not try to make
    a bed upon which a cat
    is taking a nap
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Eucalyptus trees
    dominate Golden Gate Park
    in San Francisco

    bluegrass festival
    in the city by the bay
    flowers in my hair

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  592. A Pepper Party
    Forty years on. Brian wore
    Flowers in his beard.

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  593. mindfulness wind chime
    sings only present moment
    in brisk autumn breeze

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  594. crows season the sky
    peppering the horizen
    …my car too

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  595. picking dry grasses,
    small grey squirrel has mouthful:
    building treetop nest

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  596. oliverowl, are you in San Francisco (#592)? So true about the cat nap. 8)

    ___________________

    fingers numb with cold
    typing by open windows
    Fall makes her debut

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  597. I don’t know the first thing about Haiku. Just saying that up front.

    —————————–

    grains of rice like stars
    adorn the harvest goddess
    jewels from the earth

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  598. hot cup of coffee
    curls of steam smell of toast
    snore softly my son

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  599. from empty feeder,
    red-winged blackbirds call for more:
    autumn’s transients

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  600. gently removed cat
    Chaco curled up in the sink
    reluctance resists

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    QM, last Sat. I watched “Austin City Limits,” the hour was devoted to the annual bluegrass festival in Golden gate Park; so I was there “virtually” and feeling nostalgic about my college days in Berkeley.
    ( A Sunday afternoon in the park was a cheap date .)

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  601. my chiropractor
    asks “what happened to your back?”
    “the world” i tell him

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  602. LOL, ybonesy, may I steal your haiku answer to use with MY chiropractor? It’s perfect!

    *******************************************

    in autumn of life,
    yellow cottonwood leaves fall:
    tree mortality

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  603. with hope for future —
    autumn trees cast leaf ballots,
    never counting them

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  604. @breathespeace: I love both #’s 603-604, especially the phrase “leaf ballots”. :) It’s also an appropriate phrase for this year’s presidential election!!

    @yb: I so do agree with you! (#602) LOL. It’s a burden I need to learn how to lessen! Oh, and thank you for your compliment/comment on my poem over at my poetry blog! :)

    @all of my dear fellow writers & redRaviners: I’ve been busy with school and work. My fingers are itching to type (and write)! I always feel welcome here. :)

    ===========================

    From the sky

    a soft glowing touch
    paints the back of every leaf
    summer’s last honey

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  605. ybonesy, you many be responsible for a foray of chiropractor haiku. Here’s my contribution.

    My chiropractor
    Stays busy cracking bad jokes
    As he cracks my back.

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  606. Welcome back A~Lotus (#605) and best of luck with school and work. Glad that you could take a haiku break!

    =================================

    October frost nears,
    rose bushes filled with small buds:
    an empty promise

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  607. milkweed pods had burst
    into cotton-candy puffs
    drenching rain drowns them

    paws kept dry on porch
    grass glistening with rain drops
    cat’s Sunday salad

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  608. parking, slow walking
    drizzling rain spatters glasses
    peace bubbles inside

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  609. facing mother’s death,
    while raking cottonwood leaves:
    winter coming soon

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  610. butterflies and bees
    swarm flowers as if they know:
    prediction for snow

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  611. Another haiku break!

    ========================

    Remnants of Summer

    the wind plays hopscotch
    with leaves from trees as frogs would
    leap across a pond

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  612. spotty leaves rain down
    damp sidewalk cracked and spinning
    yellow and red swirls

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  613. There is a haiku contest that I learned about. The downside is that todaqy, the 15th is the last day to enter. The site is http://site.PFAW.org/haiku.

    It is a request for haiku with a political bent. I usually try to stay away from that subject on this site; nonetheless, here is my entry.

    ********

    With stock exchange down
    A subject change is expressed
    By putting on airs.

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  614. Robert Morse, how strange…I actually wrote a little political haiku this morning BEFORE you dropped your comment in. I was thinking about the debates. I’m not entering the contest, but now that you’ve left your comment, I’ll drop my haiku in here.

    _______________

    debate all you want
    politics hold no answers
    only more questions

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  615. Cottonwoods dropping
    leaves resembling golden hearts
    that know death is near

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  616. […] According to Whitney Cranshaw, Colorado State University, the A. gemma is “sometimes called the ‘cat-face’, ‘monkey-face’ or ‘humpback’ spider since it has a pattern of dark markings and raised areas on its back that seem face-like. Females of this spider are generally rounded with angular ’shoulders’ and can reach a size exceeding a quarter. They make webs in undisturbed corners, often near porch lights, and are often found in late August and September around the eaves of houses… A. gemma hides in dark corners at the edge of the web during the day. She remains in contact with the web via a ‘trap-line’ thread that signals when insects have been ensnared.” Jim found this spider under a cropping of overgrown juniper bushes. It was a large spider but not nearly as large as the Orb Weaver pictured in recent post Reflections On My Love Of Fall. -related to post: haiku (one-a-day) […]

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  617. October haiku

    dark when I get home
    dark morning when I arise
    midnight chimes between

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  618. when the bell tolls ten
    now I lay me down to sleep
    dark dreamy slumber

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  619. my favorite color
    seen only as nature spies
    hiding deep brillance

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  620. crackling thunder leaves
    sunlight across misty skies
    grazing flannel sheets

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  621. morning grogginess
    rain thumps against the window
    Fall is past its peak

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  622. […] to post: haiku (one-a-day Possibly related posts: (automatically generated)Job HaikuEthan Katz-Bassett – The Hubble […]

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  623. long gold afternoons
    October geraniums
    come inside to live

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  624. wind gusts through the oaks
    winter snow on the doorstep
    leaves cling for their lives

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  625. […] -related to post: haiku (one-a-day) […]

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  626. wind through sun-drenched leaves
    morning comes to the valley
    32 degrees

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  627. I thought you lost, down
    A rabbit hole in your mind.
    Instead you chose Life.

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  628. wipers screech, thin ice
    stripes pop over the windshield
    Liz wearing mittens

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  629. november like a
    thief steals through my senses; leaves
    me facing winter

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  630. buried in pink rose,
    nose draws deep, autumn’s last scent:
    warm November day

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  631. windy afternoon
    your arms wrapped around my waist
    like a second coat

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  632. CAMPUS

    misty rain; fallen
    leaves colour lawns; wet students
    homing in the dusk

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  633. The taste of cream soothes
    As hibernus brings cheer
    To the saddest man.

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  634. Welcome to red Ravine Trishula. And it goes without saying how much I love our regular haiku contributors. 8)

    _________

    notions of heaven —
    writing late into the night
    waking up to snow

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  635. […] -related to post: haiku (one-a-day) […]

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  636. Breath held eight years while
    The Orwell Playbook was used.
    Now I can exhale.

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  637. Robert Morse, another enigma in #637. Holding the breath for 8 years, waiting to exhale. 8)

    __________________

    Pants has a birthday
    sleeps on the back of the couch
    under warm Fall fleece

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  638. INTERSTATE 25 — NORTH

    dark Colorado highway,
    running four lanes, west to east:
    deer in my headlights

    in just an instant,
    bracing and pressing brakes hard:
    one life is ended

    CAUTION: deer crossing —
    did not see the yellow sign
    till two days later

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  639. breathepeace, sounds like an intense experience (#639). You’ve conveyed so much emotion with those few lines. Hope things turned out okay and you are safe.

    lotus, I like the line like a second coat (#632)

    stranger, homing in the dusk — great line (#633).

    __________________

    snow-filled sleet spinning
    twirling raspberry gray skies
    where’s my winter coat?

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  640. water warms crab legs
    fire in fireplace warms our hearts
    bitter sweet butter

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  641. Another chiropractor haiku/senryu: :P

    My chiropractor
    kneads my muscles as if he
    were making fresh bread.

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  642. P.S. I’m writing this chiropractor haiku/senryu because I’m still sore from the accident. :( But it feels great to get those bones and muscles in line and relaxed!

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  643. great one, diddy. Hmmm. crab legs.

    lotus, so sorry to hear you are still under the weather. That’s taking some time to heal, isn’t it. Glad you are able to get the help you need. And, yeah, keep those bones and muscles slowly moving.

    __________________

    chimes of midnight near
    teeth brushing is in order
    day ends in sparkles

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  644. world all dressed in white —
    while sleeping, winter arrived:
    waking-up to snow

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  645. flu shot

    killed virus through skin
    our bodies swinging hot-cold
    fall chills and sniffles

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  646. The ice storm’s beauty
    Makes it easy to forget
    The screaming of trees.

    Note: There was a rock group called The Screaming Trees. I wonder if ice storms had anything to do with their choice of name.

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  647. went out for business:
    grey, cold, drizzle; needed to
    see the sea; didn’t.

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  648. breathing oxygen
    my toes cold, wrapped in blankets
    flames burn the log red

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  649. Wow, I really like the flow of everyone’s haiku/senryu. It’s all related somehow to the cold, about-to-be-winter season. :)

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  650. I’m sometimes running
    out scared, out of lines to say:
    Love thaws the frozen

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  651. To slow racing thoughts
    Put up hurdles, the high ones.
    And/or a brick wall.

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  652. Thanks to all for the wonderful haiku. What a great name for a rock group – The Screaming Trees. Yes, lotus, winter’s definitely upon us here in Minnesota. In fact, I’m about to do another cold one. 8)

    ______________

    chills under zero
    garbage night in our household
    wind burning my eyes

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  653. Speaking of screaming trees, that reminds me of Dante’s Inferno‘s trees that were screaming as these birds were picking on them, or was it the harpies?? I can’t remember. (The trees were those who committed suicide.)

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  654. Out of curiosity, I googled The Screaming Trees. The only origin for their name I could find was that they took their name “from a guitar distortion pedal”. That’s an origin a bit more pedestrian than the possibilities raised on this site. Then again, who named the distortion pedal? Why was it given such a provocative name? I’m not going to google that one. Sorry.

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  655. Still, I like the way how the name “The Screaming Trees” is a sword that gets pulled from that strange rock, provocative and yet mysterious. It’s a name that creates a double-take.

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  656. Forgive me, lords and ladies, that I come
    to these fair shores from a land of screaming trees.
    Hence is it that my thoughts do ricochet
    like ice shards and that my emotions too
    rumble fierce as the galed sea in caverns;
    roar with the might and majesty of forests.

    And if in that unholy place called Earth
    I too were tree:
    I would be screaming.

    _______________________________________
    Coming back after a time away, I’m bowled over by the level of so many of your haiku: I’m both moved and admiring of the technical brilliance – its true that these things have a strange power. And true also that to write unfettered by 17 syllables is a bliss known only to those who have long sojourned in Haikunia.

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  657. rising from the dark,
    warm weather sparks dull spirit–
    not enough to rake

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  658. homeless mom and dad
    go outside the church to smoke:
    costing them dearly

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  659. two from Mike to me:

    Serena the queen
    sits upon her throne and sighs
    “I’m hungry, let’s eat.”

    my sweet Grandmother
    sits at her window and looks
    at deer and mountains

    and mine, tonight:

    bare branches reach up
    black against sky, moon and clouds
    soft light filters through

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  660. […] -related to post: haiku (one-a-day) […]

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  661. neither old puss nor
    young puss appreciate the
    sodden grey garden

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  662. P.S. Those not yet acquainted with Old Puss might like to check out:
    http://94stranger.wordpress.com/2008/08/08/old-puss/

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  663. Robert Morse…were those the 8 yrs. when we were bush-whacked? I know I’m sighing with relief.

    faint glimmers of hope
    lighten and brighten my heart
    after eight dark years

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  664. creativity
    clever young mind on the loose
    supplies fill table

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  665. a~lotus, a sword that gets pulled from a strange rock – reminds me of King Arthur’s Sword In The Stone. It was one of my favorite movies as a child.

    stranger, the poem about the screaming trees, where is that from? lotus references Dante’s Inferno. I’ve never read Divine Comedy. I imagine it would take me a lot of patience to get through it. Something to consider for a practice.

    Thanks breathepeace, oliverowl, diddy, Robert Morse, Laura, lotus.

    Hey oliverowl, did Mike send those to you from New York? Or was he visiting over the Holidays? Wonderful.

    ______________

    Mr. Pants curled up
    next to Liz’s Blackberry
    paws typing away

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  666. diddy, you must have been doing the Art thing with Brant last night. What did he create? More mandalas? Or other fun stuff. I love that you do that with him when he comes to visit. 8)

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  667. QM: Screaming trees poem is a 94S original – auto-commissioned for red ravine haiku daily only.

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  668. Thought:

    QM: This haiku thing seems to be first and foremost your project, so this addressed to you rather than yb, though not to exclude her. We’re nearing the end of the year – and this haiku post has got loooooong!!!!

    So, how about – if you’re interested – creating a haiku calender?: images from the photographers and one haiku each chosen from the regular contributors (if there are more than twelve, draw lots or something).

    I’ll stop right there – this is only the germ of an idea: do others feel inclined to water it or uproot it?…. over to you…

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  669. QM, yes, Brant was here & we crafted a Christmas card for my grandniece Emily. They are the same age & are great friends. This morning he woke me up at 6am. We had fruit loops for breakfast & started crafting again. The gifts are for his great grandparents & grandparents. He is quite creative & it ended up being a long day. We also made a lunch of impossible cheeseburge ie (thanks to Bisquick!), spinach which is his favorite vegetable, & deviled eggs. Geesh, I need a nap!

    handmade gifts are best
    crafted with labor of love
    MeMe cleans up mess

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  670. yikes, that was cheeseburger pie! I do need a nap! D

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  671. QM…Mike emailed them to me from NY.
    diddy…as soon as I read your haiku, I knew you had Brant visiting you, and that you were busy creating…I’m so glad for both of you!!

    grandson is crafty
    keeping MeMe on her toes
    nap time has to wait

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  672. stranger, I like your 94S original very much. Thank you for sharing it with us here.

    And about the haiku post, yes, we have thought of doing an end-of-year wrap-up on this haiku post. I love your idea of the haiku calendar as a way to wrap things up. I’ll talk it over with ybonesy, too, and see what she thinks.

    One way or another, we’ll do a post, a tribute to all those who kept the haiku practice up for a whole year. It’s not easy to do anything consistently for a year. There is always that draw, the temptation, to put things off, to “do it tomorrow.” (That’s all Monkey Mind.) But a year-long practice changes you. I know it’s taught me a lot about myself.

    I have another haiku post that I’m thinking about for next year. Kind of an expansion on this one with a little twist. We’ll see at what point I get to posting it. Probably sometime in January. Thanks to all who leave and continue to leave their haiku here. It’s our pleasure.

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  673. diddy, wonderful idea to have Brant create his Christmas presents by doing his art. I bet all will be thrilled to receive them. And it’s fun for you, too. I have yet to see one of your mandalas, diddy.

    It’s snowy and wintry here in Minnesota this morning. I need to go do some writing soon. Here’s a tribute to our squirrels who are out there eating the leftovers from our baking Rocks fiasco…you know what they say..one squirrel’s ceiling is another human’s floor. 8)

    __________

    squirrels eat rancid nuts
    we threw out just yesterday
    from bad batch of Rocks

    pops 6 at a time
    stuffs the pouch inside her mouth
    February treats

    standing on 2 legs
    munching on hard and dry Rocks
    nothing goes to waste!

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  674. dryer thumping socks
    my heart matches their rhythm
    one snowflake then rain

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  675. It’s my pleasure QM, and thanks. I appreciate your appreciation

    GATEWAY TO WINTER

    north wind, bare trees; eve
    -n the colours of the girls
    are now subdued

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  676. Sign on Route 80
    Here in mid-Pennsylvania:
    ‘Jersey Shore – 1 Mile’

    Still on Route 80
    Up ahead, yet another
    Sign: ‘Mile Run – 2 Miles’

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  677. bird feeders empty
    thanks to the crafty squirrels
    deer feast in backyard

    Today was the opening day of deer hunting in PA. They must know how safe they are here. One was less that 5 ft. from the back deck. Couldn’t have cared less that J & I were watching. D

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  678. @QM: I think I need to see that movie again — “The Sword and the Stone”. :) Wasn’t it by Disney? I don’t ever think I’ve completely watched the whole thing though.

    @redRaviners: I’ve been writing a whole lot lately in the midst of all this stress because of final exams and the end of the semester thing. I did NaPo(etry)WriMo instead of the NaNo(vel)WriMo, which is traditionally for the month of November. I can’t do fiction, so it’s my unofficial NaPo for last month. The official month is April, which I’m definitely looking forward to! Last month, I wrote a total of 37 full-length poems (not drafts, mind you, but poems)! I’m so proud that I’ve written this much! It was my coping mechanism as this semester had been crazy–the hurricane, the car accident, etc.. Poetry brought me peace.

    I miss you all. *hugs* I’m at work right now, so I’ll be back to post a haiku/senryu. :)

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  679. Hmm, about the haiku calendar thing. That sounds interesting. I don’t know how that’s going to work, but I’m interested in knowing more about it and joining the bandwagon.

    And yes, I agree with QM, a year-long practice of writing haiku had been a challenge. I joined rather late into the game, but at least I got a chance to know about redRavine through Read Write Poem, so I’m really grateful about that. And plus, this place is another place to call home, where everyone can write freely and interact through the power of words. I’ve learned so much about everyone, different approaches to writing, writing styles, and various topics… I can go on and on!

    But come January 2009, I’m going to open my personal challenge (on my blog) to keeping up writing haiku. It’ll help me grow even more as a poet. (Yep, my early NY’s resolution.)

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  680. rainshine over earth
    even the skies can’t decide
    when to play or work

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  681. A while back, I mentioned a haiku contest to which I submitted two entries. One is on this blog. I made the mistake of submitting the second via the internet without writing it down first. I have since recalled it to the best of my ability, and possibly improved it. Warning: I apologize ahead of time for the subject matter which is associated with a certain Alaskan governor if there are any fans of said governor out there.

    Wolves shot from copters
    Gives one pause. ‘But it’s jus’ sport!
    They’s not for eatin’!’

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  682. a~lotus, I’ve been meaning to get back to this thread and respond to your last comment. First of all, thanks so much for the kudos. ybonesy and I both appreciate it so when we hear about some of the positive influences of red Ravine. It really helps us to keep going with this labor of love. 8)

    About the calendar, I need to touch base with ybonesy about stranger’s idea at our next meeting. I’m not sure what we’ll be doing yet, but it will be a tribute to this year-long practice and all the great haiku that people left here.

    I’m also going to continue the haiku practice next year and will probably do another haiku post in January with a little different bent. So stay tuned!

    Finally, congrats on NaPo(etry) and your 37 full length poems. Wow, that’s fantastic. Sounds like you’ve been through a lot this year and in spite of that, kept at your writing and your practices. Sometimes it’s our practices that keep us sane in the hard times. That and a well-rounded community. Thanks for sharing.

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  683. Yay! I can’t wait to hear about the haiku calendar tribute!! :) That’s exciting! Will definitely look forward to it, so no rush!

    Yes, I’m all for another year’s worth of haiku/senryu. That’s a definite challenge and New Year’s resolution for me!

    Oh my, yes I was practically craving to write everyday just so I can stay sane!! That was my thought exactly. :) I love well-rounded communities–it makes MY world even rounder. ;)

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  684. expand: neurons play
    tug o’ war with cranial
    walls, then all collapse

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  685. Robert, no offense taken. I remember when you entered that contest of political haiku back at the height of the election. I can relate to not writing some of my haiku down. I’ve lost a few good ideas that way, too.

    a~lotus, will keep you posted as we know more. I tend to move slowly on these things. So many things I want to do, so little time. 8)

    Winter has arrived in Minnesota. Brrrrrrrrr.

    _________

    deck cracks when walking
    hands frozen to steering wheel
    exposed ears burn red

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  686. one crafty squirrel
    lifts plexiglass on feeder
    eats all the bird seed

    QM, I don’t know if you remember our large bird feeder or not, but somehow a squirrel managed to lift the backside of the plexiglass & got trapped (or so we thought) inside.
    He was actually pretty smart! He also lifted it to get back out! Now we need to squirrel proof it. They are eating all the sunflower seeds. D

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  687. oh little diddy
    sorry about the squirrel!
    sunflower belly!

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  688. ROFL. QM & alittlediddy: My, just reading about the squirrel made me laugh so much. I needed that laugh. Thank you both. Squirrels are so much fun to watch though.

    (the)
    wind picked at tree scabs
    like sandpaper to dry skin
    scents of summer gone

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  689. A~Lotus, that little Pennsylvania squirrel has a mind of its own! Reminds me a little of Smith Lake Jake the groundhog and his dynamic personality. BTW, that last haiku sticks with me. The images.

    diddy, I was just thinking, you get some of the strangest wildlife events in your backyard. Remember the bird that wouldn’t stop pooping on your car? I can’t remember what kind it was, and now this gutsy squirrel. 8) We put food out for the squirrels on a table on the deck. They used to bother our feeders but don’t go for them anymore. The other day, we had a red squirrel, a fox-red stripe down its back.

    ____________

    Alberta clipper
    makes a December debut
    Canada smiles down

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  690. QM, yes lots of wildlife in our backyard! They are safe here, because the land that surrounds us it posted against hunting. The squirrel was just so funny & J thought he would have to put on gloves & release it from the feeder, but that was one smart squirrel! I just wish we had taped the ordeal. My parents were here a few weeks ago & we saw one of those brush coyotes. He was huge! I love the view to my backyard!

    light snow falling now
    covering roads & driveway
    J’s fire keeps us warm

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  691. LOOKING BACK FROM A HIGH PLACE

    We have taken the narrow road
    to the deep north:
    shall we, like pilgrims,
    arrive at the shrine?
    Or have we not already
    visited the holy places of
    companionable discourse;
    met with the sacred flower,
    the divine wind,
    and the sublime snowflake falling…?

    HOMMAGE TO BASHO

    Basho san, have you
    enjoyed our journey: this white-
    fella walkabout?

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  692. […] -related to posts:  The Last Time I Was in Taos – The Great Mantra, State Of The Arts (haiku for Kuan-yin), The Goddess Inside My Heart,  haiku (one-a-day) […]

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  693. […] -related to posts: PRACTICE – September Harvest Moon – 15 min, Against The Grain (August Moon), The Many Moons Of July (Digging Deeper), winter haiku trilogy, PRACTICE – Wolf Moon – 10min,  haiku (one-a-day) […]

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  694. suddenly Prancer
    tripping lightly through the snow
    young Prince of the deer

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  695. so.. it seems i came here too late…. it will take me a year to read all those beautiful haiku.. and by then i will need one more year..

    here is my try – titeld: expression

    can you put
    BEING
    on the wall?

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  696. The quake felt inside
    When they met. A lifetime of
    Aftershocks followed.

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  697. move forward quickly
    the storm nips at our heels, waits
    we collect ourselves

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  698. small white macaroons
    toasted snowballs in a row
    coconut heaven

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  699. tending to the fire
    watching weather storm warning
    tells me how to dress

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  700. dust bunnies float by
    black and white furball, Buster
    no time to vacuum

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  701. One-a-day haiku
    need another year to write
    practice not perfect

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  702. Welcome utopianfragments. And thanks. There are some beautiful haiku in this thread from our readers. And I can see a difference in the craft over the progress of a year.

    stranger, I liked your last poem and haiku for Basho, posted on Rohatsu. I read it that day and wanted to come back and comment.

    I plan to keep going with the haiku practice next year and am planning a new post in January. Can’t believe it’s been a whole year!

    ________________

    Solstice approaches
    darkness turns at the New Moon
    snow reflects firelight

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  703. If a soul leavs

    Quietly in the dark

    Will a man wake up?

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  704. This is a line from a sketch I wrote for my comedy group over twenty-five years ago. The comedy group has been defunct (not one of my favorite words) since the 1980’s, but in my mind it still lives. The line happens to have 17 syllables and seems to work in the haiku format. There are single quotation marks around it because a character is reading it off of a wall.

    ‘ “Abolish Spaying”
    A message from the Right to
    Nine Lives Committee’

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  705. Teenage trauma: A
    Fall ‘neath a mulberry tree
    In brand-new khakis.

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  706. Potato-sack race:
    I won one once; it helped that
    The Hare kept falling.

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  707. flowers in your eyes,
    musical lips I captured
    answers are all there

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  708. winter cheeks feel like
    flowers between the still rain
    I recall sad thoughts

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  709. A year of moments
    Caught, posted, and then released.
    High fives for haikus!

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  710. little flowers float
    on a sea of starfish-friends
    gift of good tidings

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  711. Robert,

    I love that senryu you posted regarding all redRaviners’ practice of a yearlong of haiku! :) Isn’t it wonderful?

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  712. Robert, I agree with A~Lotus. Wonderful end-of-year haiku. I love that the haiku keep coming in. I read them every day I’m online. I’d better get cracking on that new haiku post. Or I’m going to go through withdrawl. I’d really miss not hearing from all our haiku masters every day. 8)

    ___________________

    cold winter reprieve
    Chaco sits by the heater
    bones soaking up warmth

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  713. deck drifts a foot high
    snow sneaks, wet socks, fireside chats
    blue blizzard windfall

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  714. today in reverse:
    words tumble with leaves and twigs,
    patience slips away

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  715. They sneak up on me
    Stealing away time itself–
    Those afternoon naps!

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  716. sadness for Chaco
    prayers spark hope, fire-beating drums
    Winter Solstice joy!

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  717. Thinking of Chaco
    Heart breaks with so much sadness
    Hope for the future

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  718. My writing project:
    Windmills or dragons? Lady
    Or tiger? Stay tuned.

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  719. Triptych for Chaco
    ________________

    Pants howls at Chaco
    Kiev sits guard by his side
    sleepless night for all

    Chaco stretches, sore
    relaxes into our arms
    so glad to be home

    well wishes, support
    grief hits at surprising times
    savor each moment

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  720. Sorry to be away for so long, but DELIGHTED to hear that there is another year of one-haiku-a-day planned! It was my resolution last year and I’ve already renewed my commitment to continue in 2009. What a joy to be able continue sharing with this community and to read your marvelous haiku!

    My haiku practice book is a Moleskine calendar/journal. On the left side is the calendar page, with just enough space for a haiku-a-day. On the right is a regular lined page, where I keep a running journal/diary, or write extra haiku. I already bought another for 2009. Sometimes, I miss days, and I go back and make them up, noting the make-up date. After all, it’s the practice, not perfect timing, that’s important.

    world a confection
    dusted with powdered sugar:
    last night, it turned cold

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  721. @breathepeace: I am too going to join in renewing my haiku practice! I am fascinated with how you went about keeping up with your practice by keeping a Moleskine calendar/journal. I usually write on Post-it notes or on the “Notepad” software on the computer–be it at work, school, or home.

    Your ‘ku sounds delicious!! Lots of sugar!! :)

    ————————

    my feet on tiptoes
    with arms outstretched then crossed, melts
    like turkey dressings

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  722. breathepeace, like A~Lotus, I’m so glad you’ll be joining us in 2009. And I should note again that you were part of the inspiration for this year-long practice. I’m kind of hooked on the haiku now. I love the idea of the Moleskine calendar/journal for your haiku. I think Hemingway used those to write in didn’t he?

    I received a Sacred Journey Journal from Mom in the mail that’s one option for me. I also am thinking of using another little book that a woman in our poetry group brought back from, I think it was Tibet. No, it was Nepal. I like to write more than one haiku so, like you, need extra space.

    I really like this part of your haiku practice:

    Sometimes, I miss days, and I go back and make them up, noting the make-up date. After all, it’s the practice, not perfect timing, that’s important.

    Progress, not perfection. Setting intention, following through. So great to hear from you. Happy Holidays to all our haiku friends! 8)

    ___________

    the joy of Christmas
    Chaco’s purring loud rumble
    soft heartbeat of life

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  723. cold southwest wind blows,
    floor piled with open presents:
    day after Christmas

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  724. @QM: That’s a wonderful ‘ku of Chaco. Is he/she a cat? Also, I have to apologize for not being able to read and comment on your wonderful entries here (as well as yb’s) for a while. It seems that I’ve gotten buiser catching up with life (after the craziness of this past academic semester)! (I desperately needed some “me time”.) Still, I have to say that all of your entries and photos are absolutely wonderful and stunning! I’ve skimmed through some of yours and yb’s entries, but I wish I had more time to read, DIGEST, and give you my thoughtful responses to them because I really enjoy going here to visit whenever I get a chance. :) Please forgive me. I hope you both didn’t think I’ve abandoned you! I’m always linking to this site whenever I post some of my responses to writing practices or haiku/senryu. Also, I treasure our writing collaboration and friendship. I love that we’re all taking on this beautiful journey together along with the rest of redRaviners. Please pass on this message to yb for me as well. :) *hugs!*

    ———————————————

    slants of the morning
    peace settles like birds on wires,
    then a startled flight

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  725. Hello to all you talented writers …

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  726. Oops, sorry about that — I hit enter and submitted the previous post before I even got started.

    Just wanted to say that I found this site a month or so ago and I love the idea of writing a haiku a day. I wanted to post one then, but was too shy. I thought now might be a good time to try and join in, with the new year approaching –hope that is okay.

    Here is my haiku — I wrote it on Christmas day:

    Pine radiates joy
    rainbow lights dance on branches
    presenting Christmas.

    Thanks for the opportunity to join you — I love all of the haikus I have read!

    Maureen

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  727. I’m so glad you decided to join in, Maureen! Yes, more than OK. Thank *you* for sharing your haiku. Very nice. I read it a couple of times, and it really soothes the soul to read.

    I haven’t commented on this post for a while, but I watch with such admiration the regulars. I’m glad to hear that several of you will continue the practice into 2009. I am going to seriously ask myself whether I can also set that intention and join in. Hope I can.

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  728. Welcome to red Ravine, Maureen! Your ‘ku is lovely and captures the soft and pure light of Christmas. I look forward to reading your future ‘ku! :)

    And yay!! yb!! I hope you got my message (before Maureen’s post). I too enjoy your wonderful photos and posts! I’m so sorry I can’t visit here more often! This place is my co-home. :)

    ——————————

    take one step further,
    hold onto those bright kite strings,
    see where life takes you

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  729. Christmas three days past —
    bringing chaos to order
    before New Year’s day

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  730. Maureen, I’d like to extend a welcome to you, too. Looking forward to more of your haiku. It’s almost a new year…so hard to believe how they fly by.

    A~Lotus, sorry it’s taken me so long to get back to you on your comment – December 26, 2008 at 11:52 am. Yes, Chaco is one of our cats, a black Siamese who has been very sick the last few weeks, but amazingly is starting to feel much better. It’s been our Christmas gift to see him get his strength back. BTW, no need at all to apologize. None of us can read everything that comes along. I’m just grateful for the time people do have to leave a haiku or comment. It’s a great gift and always a surprise. 8)

    ___________________

    dog-paddling the gap
    between Christmas & New Year’s
    will I sink or swim?

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  731. bright sunshiny day,
    finally, wind stopped blowing —
    clean house for new year

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  732. longing for something
    whiling away the hours
    structure brings freedom

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  733. bridging gaps of years
    meet at points of greetings, space:
    smiles from silly friends

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  734. @QM: Aww, thank you. I am glad that you enjoy these little daily “gifts”! After all, haiku are written for the present moment, so we should live in the present. That is why the present is called a gift. :)

    Also, why don’t we have the numbered comments for point of reference anymore? I’d always found that helpful. Like if I want to respond to someone, I can always say @name of person (comment #x). It’s easier that way.

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  735. All those aches and pains
    See them for what they are: The
    Price of Admission.

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  736. dawn the late comer
    pink seeps from the east ridge and
    I, awake, waiting.

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  737. A~Lotus, regarding your comment – December 29, 2008 at 10:24 pm – WordPress took the comment numbers away in the last big update a few weeks ago. I’m not fond of the change either as it makes it harder to comment back to a specific person.

    When I asked about it, they said they had added links to the comments in the date and time. But, unless I’m missing something about how to use them, I am not finding the comment links all that helpful. I guess it’s something we’ve got to live with. I reference by date and time now. If anyone comes up with a better way to reference specific comments, please chime in. Personally, I miss the numbers. :(

    ____________

    dawn of a New Year
    2009 pulls forward
    baggage from the past

    holding too tightly
    letting go is the challenge
    like sun melting snow

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  738. @QM: Yes, I like the numbers a whole lot more since I’m not a WordPress user. Anyway, I really like your senryu! I too feel the mixed emotions as you described! :)

    —————————–

    clear blue morning sky
    black birds perched on power lines
    like notes on grand staves

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  739. […] to post:  haiku (one-a-day) Possibly related posts: (automatically generated)DripCelebrating Winter Solstice – Old Traditions […]

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  740. freezing New Year’s Eve
    chickadees at the feeder
    trying to stay warm

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  741. I’ve enjoyed posting haiku on this site for most of the year fast coming to a close and look forward to doing so in 2009. To finish off the year, I’m going to return to an old entry and show my writer’s mind at work. You can play along if you like!
    I’ll explain what I mean by that shortly. First, here is the entry from 7/14/08.

    Songs about Mondays:
    Manic, rainy, can’t trust it–
    Let’s pick on Tuesday!

    Some time passed. One day, it dawned on me that there was an error here, an error of the itsy-bitsy, teeny-tiny variety. This mistake did not really hurt what I was saying in the haiku. (What was I saying, anyway?) But still, there it was: Call it Writers’ Itch. Predictably, I felt the need to scratch it. Here is where my fellow haiku writers come in: Can you see the mistake? If not, don’t beat yourself up about it. If you want more time, take it. I will explain the mistake below. And my solution.

    *
    *
    *
    *
    *
    *
    In the second line, I reference three songs about Mondays, “Manic Monday” by The Bangles, “Rainy Days and Mondays” by The Carpenters, and “Monday, Monday” by The Mamas and Papas. The problem is with the song by The Carpenters. I mentioned “rainy” in the haiku, but the song talks about rainy days separately from Mondays although it might be assumed that a rainy Monday might REALLY get them down.

    I told you the mistake was minor.

    But in my mind, there was always a solution. It has to do with a little number by Fats Domino called “Blue Monday”.
    And so, the new, CORRECT version of the haiku is this:

    Songs about Mondays:
    Manic, blue, can’t trust that day–
    Let’s pick on Tuesday!

    The itch has been scratched. Have a Happy New Year!

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  742. last day of old year,
    one gift, son out of Army —
    wars continue on

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  743. Hi Robert! I didn’t even catch that small mistake! And that’s largely because I’m not as versed in music. However, I like both versions of your senryu. :) Thanks for sharing it with us.

    Since the New Year is after the Hump Day (Wednesday), this is mine:

    The Hump Day

    climbing over hills
    to inhale the last day; winds
    will weave words anew

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  744. warm sun pouring in
    dappled with moving shadows
    tossed about by wind
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    QM, I think your haiku that begins “holding too tightly…”
    is wonderful, besides being poetic, it is so true!

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  745. warm sun pouring in

    dappled with moving shadows

    tossed about by wind

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  746. Robert Morse, I had to really think about your comment (December 31, 2008 at 11:32 am) and I have to say, it’s a clever new twist and a great insight into the way your mind works. A true puzzle solver! I think you’ll like the new post when I get it up. I like the new version of your haiku better, too. I was a big fan of the Monday songs you mention and love the way you wove them into one haiku.

    Your new version accounts for all 4 songs in that the Carpenters version, as you say, does talk about rainy Mondays being down times — Fats Domino’s Blue Monday is a great solution. I like the “can’t trust that day” addition, too.

    I’m so happy you are coming back for another year of haiku. Can’t imagine the post without you. On into 2009!

    Lotus, Hump Day is wonderful. Inhaling the last day.

    oliverowl, thanks. Moving shadows tossed by the wind…what a great line. I think you are talking to Liz as I type. 8)

    breathepeace, sad that you have to use the plural of war(s) in your haiku (December 31, 2008 at 11:48am). I was saddened today listening to NPR’s coverage of the Gaza Strip. Happy that your son is home. It must be a great relief and wonderful Holiday gift.

    ____________

    New Year’s Eve cresting
    short end to the longest year
    circling through the night

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  747. I wrote 2 senryu:

    —————————-
    After Midnight

    streets in settled joy:
    a contrast from the sparkle
    of noise and colors

    —————————-
    her gift to the world
    sets teardrops around my head;
    destiny beckons

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  748. Happy new year, everyone! :)

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  749. fitful, sleepless night,
    uninvited visitor:
    new year comes with wind

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  750. maternal someone
    holds the room in breaking hush
    love mail gone from desk

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  751. folk art Christmas tree
    ready to be packed away
    iMagiNiff time.

    breathepeace:

    so grateful to hear he is home
    may all be well.

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  752. Thanks, Laura. We’re still celebrating. Thanks, too, A~Lotus for sharing your link. I stopped-by yesterday.

    Today, another day of big wind. I’ve been grouchy about it lately, even in my haiku. Until yesterday, when I read a passage in the book “Ceremony” by Leslie Marmon Silko and it changed everything. That is the most amazing power of books, isn’t it?

    I’ve condensed the passage into a haiku so that I will always remember:

    like the sun and sky,
    wind and dust are part of life —
    don’t swear at them

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  753. lotus, Happy New Year! And thanks for the link. It’s wonderful that you are renewing your commitment and practice to haiku for the coming year.

    Happy New Year, Laura!

    breathpeace, Ceremony by Leslie Marmon Silko is one of my all-time favorite books. I love the structure of it, so different than anything that had come out at that time. Thanks for the lovely haiku.

    _______________

    storm fast approaching
    raven pokes beak into snow
    hungry for water

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  754. @QM and breathepeace: Thank you sincerely for stopping by! :)

    I’ve never heard of that book _Ceremony_. I shall look into it then! Thank you for the recommendation!

    You are all sharing lovely haiku!

    Here’s mine for today:

    light spell of softness
    fog blurs man-made creations
    spring smells came too soon

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  755. For my angelic sister:

    words are medicine–
    you gave me songs to live by
    in your memory

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  756. (a) gray world this evening
    cold hands try to fill spaces
    between wor(l)ds, distance

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  757. carried on currents
    across a frozen landscape
    snow scatters and skids

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  758. stuck old energy:
    fierce new year’s wind continues,
    blowing it to bits

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  759. winter blue dream sky
    ravaged by black memories
    short end of long stick

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  760. instrument of peace
    weaves love notes in azure skies,
    melts pain upon brows

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  761. crisp snow underfoot
    one minute Liz was standing,
    the next, she was down!

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  762. beginning of dusk
    twirls around yearning heartstrings
    dark salmon ribbons

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  763. A Volkswagen Bug
    With eight crammed inside. No clowns
    Just college students.

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  764. warm hearts resonate
    across the frozen tundra
    howling winter moon

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  765. YESTERDAY

    feeling battered, blown —
    stepping inside to escape
    brutal force of wind

    TODAY

    listening for sound,
    hear unaccustomed silence
    without noisy wind

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  766. ice blankets the trees
    homebound now for four long days
    hope for the future

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  767. headache rages on
    while driving safely online
    ticket dismissal

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  768. I don’t normally title my haiku, but, this one is called-fibber, fibber, pants on fire.

    weather man said it
    three loaves of bread, two gal. milk
    so it must be true

    Time will tell, weatherman!( I hate when they tell me how to dress (I’m an adult, can figure it out for myself) & now they tell me how much bread & milk to buy! 2 people couldn’t eat that much bread or use that much milk in a month!) D

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  769. late sun melds with clouds
    two hearts put down in the game
    soft-as-petals-bliss

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  770. cream in a white bowl
    on a black floor of night sky
    hanging upside down

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  771. Santa Ana winds
    sweep away smog in their path
    “Where is the dust bin?”

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  772. On My Hands

    orange of my eye,
    you were uprooted, fruitless–
    your (cre)scent still lingers

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  773. weatherman was wrong
    fibber fibber pants on fire
    just dusting of snow

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  774. seeing full moon’s edge
    through high-powered telescope —
    feeling very small

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  775. pot of gold from oil
    like graceful fish from Zen ponds:
    sheet rolls of Vietnam

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  776. full moon wears cloud shawl,
    wrapped-up against icy wind:
    January night

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  777. I am really enjoying everyone’s haiku/senryu. They’re all beautiful.

    Here’s mine for today:

    blue crisp afternoon
    pine cones like bombs under trees–
    is the world ending (yet)?

    ————————
    I’m getting more contemplative and stronger in this practice. It is actually very peaceful and made my mind more focused in the minute details and reflections of life.

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  778. […] -related to posts:  winter haiku trilogy, PRACTICE – Wolf Moon – 10min, haiku (one-a-day) […]

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  779. standing in cold light,
    bright winter moon casts no warmth:
    shadow shivering

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  780. brave (k)night in gemstones
    braided longing through small veins
    tears melt with cold mist

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  781. sound waves we cradle
    catching grains between our hands
    laughter of girlfriends

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  782. Some really great haiku flowing here. It makes me feel warm to read them. 8)

    ________

    lungs frozen to chest
    minus-twenty-one morning
    takes my breath away

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  783. Thursday afternoon
    the heart stills, steps out with ease
    turtle-house collapse

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  784. sixty-four wild geese
    graze brown grass in city park
    where buffalo roamed

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  785. high above prairie
    jet cuts condensation trail
    across twilight sky

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  786. three quarts to the moon
    the heart is not full to take
    an unsteady flame

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  787. frost, sun, rain, turning
    world; oh-nine slips away; I
    am too old for this

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  788. turning of seasons
    courage, a budding glory
    makes one’s thoughts fickle

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  789. brilliant galaxies
    shimmering on clear cold night —
    does each one have a name?

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  790. bright sequins, peacocks
    art flirts with nostalgia–scents/sense
    of fresh perspective

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  791. MLK Tribute

    dreams of peace, change–
    colors do not divide us;
    we walk on the same path

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  792. Tuesday, like others
    and totally different:
    Inauguration

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  793. haiku for Inauguration Day
    _____________________

    Riverview Rejects
    long drive to Sabathani
    settled in like “home”

    tears, prayer, and laughter
    inspiring call to service
    can we live as one?

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  794. hope for the future
    heart fills with pride and much joy
    we shall overcome

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  795. Obama Tribute

    rising to the stars
    change pinned on board, scrutinized
    yes we can make new/hope

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  796. sun dust from windows
    find courage between cracks
    gradual ebb of soul

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  797. the night has fallen
    hope and more belief await
    to sunrise in morn

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  798. vibrant blue morning
    crisp as pages from a book
    folded by the wind

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  799. cotton-candy-pink
    clouds in a pale blue sunrise
    welcome a new day

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  800. bog underneath skin
    bruise of someone faraway
    (heart)throbs of yin-yang

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  801. Warm hearts undaunted
    By cold; they hear the clear sound
    Of the page turning.

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  802. one-inch powder snow,
    only small sip of water
    for parched prairie grass

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  803. words not at work here–
    termites ate holes through my brain
    have I lost my muse?

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  804. hearts explode in tears
    as war-stunned Gaza seeks hope/peace
    empty desks linger

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  805. little avalanche
    falls from roof of bird feeder
    claiming no victims

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  806. almost midnight–
    the walking leaf staggered,
    droopy with the moon’s weight

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  807. just beautiful, A~Lotus

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  808. A~Lotus, that is a beauty. Your haiku get stronger and stronger. BTW, I’m not sure if our regular haiku poets saw the comment in Thunder Moon haiku (July) (LINK), but there is a haiku contest called Haiku Blossoms. Here’s the comment I left in the post:

    To all of our red Ravine haiku readers and writers, check out the Haiku Blossoms Contest at this (LINK). Open until April 10th, $130 First Place prize!

    I sure hope some of you who love haiku can enter. Great opportunity.

    I also wanted to mention that I finally got back to our red Ravine 2009 Haiku post late yesterday. I had to re-locate the links I wanted to use, and now I need to finish up the body of the post and find a good photo to go along with it. I really hope to get our new Haiku post up before the last day of January. Sorry for the delay. But things in blog world always take longer than we think they will! Thanks for your patience! 8)

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  809. @breathepeace & QM: Thank you. I am glad that you are enjoying my haiku/senryu. It is the highest compliment when fellow friends and writers tell me that my poetry is getting stronger. I thank you kindly. :)

    Also, thank you for the link, QM. I may consider it in my future endeavors. For now, I am still rediscovering with fresh perspectives this haiku-world.

    And I can’t wait to see our 2009 ‘ku post will be like! :D Woohoo!!

    ———————————————————————

    early arrival
    warm air teased by the cool breeze
    ruffling red feathers

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  810. @breathepeace: I also forgot to mention that I am too enjoying your ‘ku. :)

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  811. (On Obama’s one week anniversary)

    banishing torture
    even children feel it too
    patchwork quilt of hope

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    surprise sabbath day
    snow blankets streets and my school
    rainwashingsleetnew

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  812. green eyes through the blinds
    seek to capture golden star–
    cold feet when night falls

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  813. before light grows
    a calm walk between change
    finds the past in nature

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  814. dripping icicle
    forms puddle in garden bed
    yellow iris sleep

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  815. cold morning, flat tire
    jolly Pops-a-Lock guy pats
    Greta’s slumped shoulder

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  816. @breathepeace: You ‘ku is lovely, especially the sleeping yellow iris.

    @QM: Flat tires are no fun! I’m glad it’s been fixed, yes?

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    clockwork of questions
    still the bird continues to
    arrange its twig-life

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  817. sparks, accusations
    dreams of tsunami, pay bills
    smile breaks open dam

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  818. @Laura: Your senryu is really LOUD! I really like the loud sounds of it–the tsunami, sparks, an open dam…

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    Car-ku

    insert oil to car
    inspect car before sticker
    have you forgotten?

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  819. agitated sparks
    slowly light their way inland
    black waves in motion

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  820. On a haiku search
    My mind filled with shelves that say
    ‘Fifty Percent off’.

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  821. Terrible Towels
    flying high over Tampa
    somersaults in Space

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  822. tender in warmth
    sunset meets the sightline
    partial white stars

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  823. Fireflies fill the sky;
    Fiery green lights up the sad night.
    And spring tiptoes home.

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  824. a boy is watching
    crepuscule over the sea
    with pure happiness.

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  825. icy morning air
    freezes clothes board-stiff on line
    dryer air-fluffs shirts

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  826. Dali speaks riddles
    as minds open time portals
    memories persist

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  827. On the back

    all accounted for
    receipts–proof of plastics
    paid with poetry

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  828. Tragedy Quiz Show!
    Find your Fatal Flaw and win
    A comic ending!

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  829. Who wants a foot rub?
    I’ll do it for twenty bucks.
    You’ll never froget!!!

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  830. beige (jazz) and blue hues
    when morning flower trickles
    in after gray love

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  831. Welcome tri tran. Glad you are joining us.

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    hardpacked driveway ice
    soft as a red summer slide
    down the Dragon’s back

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  832. twelve Canada geese
    swim slow line across small lake
    Suddenly! take flight

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  833. REVOLUTIONARY ROAD

    only one couple
    sits in large dim theater
    watching sad movie

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  834. low oxygen
    daydreams float on by in space
    empty of furrowed brows

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  835. […] to posts haiku (one-a-day) and WRITING TOPIC – NAMES OF […]

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  836. Inspired from the photo:

    https://redravine.wordpress.com/2009/02/06/late-winter-haiku/#comment-41792

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    And I also wrote 2 more, but I’m posting one of them here which could be taken literally or figuratively:

    exposed, scrutinized
    hundred ways to skin a cat
    tears arise from fumes

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  837. cold winter light slants
    from far distant galaxies
    to living room rug

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  838. almost midnight
    turmoil over art essay
    relief emailed

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  839. This one is for today. I posted last night’s one kinda late…

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    gray morning clouds
    serenade the tired eyes
    warm visions of home

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  840. […] is the sequel to red Ravine’s haiku (one-a-day), a practice born from reading Clark Strand’s, Seeds from a Birch Tree: Writing Haiku and the […]

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  841. Stumbled on to this site by accident. Enjoyed the talent displayed in 3 lines.

    Have a Haiku day
    Chases mullygrubs away
    Write one everyday

    I will write Haiu
    crumpled paper on the floor
    trash can overflows

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  842. […] to all the writers who show up to sit together, walk the morada, write haiku, swim in the Rio Grande, rise for morning meditation. Who keep coming back. Who show up for each […]

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  843. E. Guy, thanks for stopping by and leaving your haiku. Hope you return again.

    Also to all of our haiku readers and writers, there is a new haiku post up for 2009 where you can drop your haiku. We had a visitor there, too, an author, that delighted ybonesy and me, and our red Ravine readers. Hope you will visit!

    haiku 2 (one-a-day) (LINK)

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  844. […] -related to posts: Piglet Bearing Gifts (red Ravine’s 2007 Guests) and haiku (one-a-day) […]

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  845. on May 2, 2009 at 11:24 am Rico Freedman

    A snake sheds its skin
    But birch bark rebirth begins
    Without ever ending

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  846. Rico Freedman, thanks for stopping by and leaving your haiku. It’s fun to come back to this post.
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    May Day comes and goes
    color of Spring depends on
    how your garden grows

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  847. […] did keep the 17 syllables. After a few years of haiku, they must be hardwired into me. Sometimes I’ll dream about writing and counting haiku in my […]

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  848. Thanksgiving already?
    The turkey gets the hatchet
    Then here comes Santa.

    And so it begins,
    the big Thanksgiving countdown,
    5-4-3-2-feast!

    A surprise attack,
    Neighbor’s Xmas lights are on,
    Pre-emptive bastard.

    Donner and Blitzen,
    are Lightening and Thunder,
    ‘What ’bout poor Rudolph?

    Its a Noble Fir
    until day after Christmas,
    then its a dead tree.

    Then comes New Years eve,
    Banging, tooting and blowing,
    1 & 2 sound good.

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  849. No-guilt Thanksgiving,
    any ‘li’l orphan turkeys,
    go to Foster Farms.

    ;-}

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  850. […] two of our Daily Haiku explored the intimate connection between haiku, senryu, tanka, and renga. In gratitude to all who […]

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  851. […] II of community poetry — the nature of renga. Year two of our Daily Haiku explored the intimate connection between haiku, senryu, tanka, and renga. In gratitude to all who […]

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  852. apples, oranges
    so close yet not the same fruit
    we compare them still

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  853. the tree is thirsty,
    he goes to Starbucks for tea,
    now he is hungry

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  854. Ray & Ilya, thanks for stopping by red Ravine and leaving your haiku.

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  855. Modern pestilence
    American unity
    Nowhere left to hide