It’s National Poetry Day (in Britain). That’s okay. I’ll take any excuse to write haiku.🙂
I hope as you read, you’ll hear the waves, taste the salt in the air and feel the sand between your toes!
down to the sea and back
view from my hammock
the sea foam vanquished
to quiet passing currents
now I’m an old man
A kiss by the sea
Only us in that moment
A seagull cries
Seagulls wait and watch
Anticipate tossed morsels
Each cries, “Mine! Mine! Mine!”
One of best parts about being a grandma is seeing the world through my grandchildren’s eyes. Today, I watched leaves with Allie, and wondered what she was thinking as she stared up in wonder.
Green stars sparkle with
light so bright it makes me blink
Grandma calls them leaves
April 28 is my mom’s birthday. Today, she would have been 81 years old. It’s only the second birthday she hasn’t been with us, and still, I feel that split second urge to call her to say “Happy birthday.”
I try to cherish that split second, for it’s in that tiny moment that I feel she’s still with us.
I wrote a tanka for my mom’s birthday today. Since I still feel her with me, I hope she likes it.
Happy birthday, Mom.
I miss you every day.
But you’re still with me.
For in my reflection I
See you smiling back at me.
Posted in Life, Love
Tagged birthday, loss, mom
In the last thirteen months, I’ve lost my mother and two uncles. Yesterday, I learned from my cousin that my Uncle Cold Outside (here’s how he got that name) passed away, the last member of the Sasaki Nisei generation.
May they all rest in peace, and may the Sasaki Sansei generation keep them alive in our stories and traditions.
the last Sasaki
proud Nisei generation
lives on in Sansei
I’ve been looking forward to giving a workshop at Ozarks Writers League on February 21, and have become even more excited as I prepare the PowerPoint presentation. Is it possible for us to inspire ourselves?🙂
The workshop is titled “The Perfect Haiku,” and I must admit, initially I shuddered at the title. I’ll explain why in my workshop.
With the start of a full time job, I haven’t spent much time writing haiku, (or writing much of anything else for that matter!) in the six months since I began working. But this morning, as I perused this blog for examples of haiku to use in my presentation, I felt as though I’d visited an old friend.
So many memories captured in these haiku, and the seventeen syllables of each takes me back to what I experienced as I wrote them.
This morning, I wrote a new haiku to describe the feeling:
I open the door
to a room full of memories
good morning, old friend
If you’re in the Branson area on Saturday, February 21, I’d love for you to join me. We’ll learn about some of the haiku masters, and I’ve got lots of writing prompts to inspire you to write and share the power of your seventeen syllables.
Click HERE for more information.
My brother lost his best friend a few days ago, a friend who was by his side every moment for fifteen years–when he walked to the mailbox, cooked dinner, tinkered with his car, swam in the pool, slept at night.
And so, when he texted me that Chance was gone, I cried with him. Not only for his loss, but for the memory of losing my two best friends, Jubie and Bear–not to death, but to divorce.
So I wrote this haiku, for sweet Chance, and all the dogs we’ve loved and lost.
Rest well, dear friend
By my side so many years
My heart lost its wag
I once loved an alcoholic. In our relationship, I thought of alcoholism as an 800 lb gorilla in the room–rarely acknowledged, but always, always lurking. In the end, when alcoholism took his life, I called it a vampire.
More than a decade ago, when the vampire sucked the life from our relationship, I wrote this haiku:
he chose instead of my heart
love’s glass is empty
This morning, months after his death, this haiku came to my mind:
became a raging river
that drowned him
Steve has had a lot of experience with alcoholics, both professionally and personally. He wrote a couple of haiku after reading this post:
back to the garden
that sweet intoxication
ended with a shot
just one more
never enough, death by
One of my favorite things about autumn is watching leaves dance in the wind, swirling, spinning, drifting, until they gently touch their final resting place.
Posted in Nature
Tagged Autumn, haiku