National Poetry Month Day 18: Incognito Crab

When we arrived at the beach I wrote about in Florid Nights, I happened to catch a kind of shimmer in the sand, just to the left of my feet. I must have been a beach bum in a former life–that, or a marine biologist–because I’ve always loved wildlife sightings at the ocean, whether it’s finding starfish in a tidal pool, hermit crabs skittering across the sand, dolphins following our boat, and of course breaching whales.

But on this night, it was a tiny white crab. I’m still surprised I noticed him, for he was smaller than the fingernail on my pinky. Somehow, I managed to capture it in a very, very close-up photograph with my iPhone.

Seeing the photo, I decided it was he who curiously gazed at me, and not the other way around.

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National Poetry Month Day 17: Florid Nights

This picture was taken after a long day’s drive to Florida last year. We arrived just in time to watch the sunset from the beach. My mind often wanders to that night, when I watched two of our grandkids run barefoot through the cool, white sand, their smiling faces bathed in pink light. They squealed with delight, free at last, from the car where they’d been cooped up for far too long.

We have another trip planned to Florida in July, this time with all FOUR grandkids and I hope we’ll still be able to go.

When we arrive, I think I, too, may run through the sand barefoot, squealing with delight, free at last, from being cooped up for far too long.

NOTE: Today is also National Haiku Poetry Day. In honor of this day, I added two more lines–14 syllables–to create a tanka. If you’ve had difficulty limiting yourself to 17 syllables, give tanka a try!

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National Poetry Month Day 16: Shadow Dance

I love my morning walks. The light. The birds singing. The crisp, cool air. Even the solitude in this time of social distancing.

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National Poetry Month Day 15: Shoes

This photo was taken in Alaska. From the shoreline, I watched the water, waiting to see a whale spout. And, I wrote a few haiku. But not this one. It’s new, and inspired by my desire to get out there making memories again. But the closet is dark. 😦

Now my shoes carry me thousands of steps each day, as I compete in a walking challenge sponsored by my employer, NAI Robert Lynn. It’s an excellent way for us to get some exercise while we work from home.

Some of my attempted 10,000 steps/day are around our neighborhood pond. Some are gained by jogging around my kitchen island as I wait for a file to download. Some are even marched in place as I watch Bosch on TV.

I’m grateful to be working from home. I’m grateful to work for a company that cares about our health and well-being. But I also look forward to the day when my shoes and the steps they take will GET ME OUT OF THIS HOUSE. πŸ™‚

P.S. – See? I did actually write a haiku about my shoes. (See my “Empty Mind” haiku.)

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National Poetry Month Day 14 – Empty Mind

I seem to be . . . shall we say . . . more challenged this year than in previous National Poetry Months. Perhaps it’s because I’m isolated, unable to go to places that inspire me. After all, it’s hard to sit and contemplate a coffee cup. Or my shoes. Or my toothbrush.

I miss the ocean, the mountains, spring time flowers, my grandkids–all things that have inspired me in the past.

All the more challenge to get my creative juices flowing. Maybe, in fact, I will plan to write haiku about my coffee cup, my shoes and my toothbrush.

Stay tuned. πŸ™‚

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National Poetry Month Day 13: Jack Turns Two

Cake by Andi

Yum-yummy!

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National Poetry Month Day 12: Heron Haiku

Sometimes I struggle with the last line of my haiku, the line, which according to the definition of haiku should leave the reader with a “sense of sudden enlightenment.”

I hope this haiku has left you enlightened to the “behind the scenes” image of what it’s like to write one. As this beautiful heron was frozen in place, likely pondering its next meal, I was struggling to count syllables to finish my haiku. πŸ™‚

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National Poetry Month Day 11: Downpour

Sensing that I needed to get out of the house, Steve came up with the brilliant idea to go to four different places in Dallas, where we would each write a haiku.

I loved the idea and the thought behind it, but the rain put a bit of a damper on it. The first place we went was Arbor Hills Nature Preserve, just a few miles north of our house. Steve found a stream while walking there yesterday and thought it might inspire a haiku.

As we walked to the site, the sky darkened around us, and I heard thunder in the distance.

“Maybe we’d better just go back to the car and write a haiku there,” I said, not particularly interested in getting wet.

“No,” Steve replied. “It’ll just take a few minutes to get there, and we can write a quick haiku.”

I didn’t respond, but quickened my step, as we made our way against the flow of walkers headed back to their cars.

“It’s this way,” he said, and pointed to a canopied path. “The trees will protect us from the rain.”

Normally, it would be a path I’d be drawn to–one that appeared to take us deep into a lush, green forest–even in the middle of the city. But as the patters began to fall on the leaves above us, I still wanted to turn back to the car.

Steve, however, forged forward.

Relieved, I began to hear the babble ofΒ  a brook–until the drumming of rain on the “canopy” overwhelmed it.

“It’s raining,” I said.

Steve pulled out his iPhone and began typing. “I know. We’d better hurry.”

I pulled out my notebook and began to write, as raindrops plopped onto my page.

Typically, when I write a haiku, I write, then scribble it out, then write, then scribble it out, until the seventeen syllables all fit together just right.

Needless to say, that didn’t happen today, so what you see in my notebook is what you get. Sometimes it’s good to see how the sausage is made, right?

Oh, by the way, the second haiku is one I DID write when I got back to the car, soaking wet from our run back. Don’t you love the last line?

“See? I told you so.” πŸ™‚

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National Poetry Month Day 10: Sad Bunny

I think I’ve handled this shelter-in-place relatively well, but I can’t deny the thought of spending Easter without my family makes me sad.

But, as I listen to the news of overworked doctors and nurses, some who have been infected with the virus themselves–some have died–I realize sheltering in place is a small sacrifice to make.

Stay. At. Home.

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National Poetry Month Day 9: Uninspired

A part of me wants to blame being uninspired on being isolated for almost four weeks. But the other part of me knows even isolation can be inspiring, if one’s heart and mind is open. Which leads me to believe . . .

But, tomorrow is another day. And one can always hope.

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