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July 22, 2016

Poetry Friday--"Glitterati"

An overt message in a poem will always have me rolling my eyes. Yet, I seem to have written such a poem. My only excuse? One doesn't ignore glitter. And so, feel free to groan or roll your eyes--I won't be offended.

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

As I said above, one doesn't ignore glitter. When I came home from work one day last week I had silver glitter on me. I had no clue where or when it had attached itself, but it brightened my mood! Then I found a lovely Leonardo da Vinci lady and put her together with some oversized "glitter" and a small poem.

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July 15, 2016

Poetry Friday--Bun Haibun and Bun Haiku

As hinted at last Friday, I have some bunny haiku! There are quite a bit it seems due to the rabbit's role as Easter symbol, but I've left out the holiday ones.

June 7, 2010:



March 10, 2012:

early spring...
a rabbit where the garden
used to be


This one I wrote last year after attending a Red Sox game in Boston. We parked near the Pru and walked to Fenway. On the way I was totally surprised to see baby rabbits! In the middle of the city!

July 29, 2015:

church in the city
behind the iron fence
three rabbit kits


For today, in response to last week's positive reaction to my haibun, I've written another:
Cultivation

My idea of caring for a yard is to allow it to return to nature. Unfortunately, the tired old lawn does need mowing if I'm not to be condemned by the town. Aside from that, though, it's benign neglect all the way. As a result I've got bizarre weeds and bushes that have taken root. My backyard has become a haven of sorts for a variety of suburban creatures. A woodchuck family has maintained a network of tunnels for a number of years. I have chipmunks, squirrels, and rabbits as permanent residents. The occasional skunk or turkey passes through. Something that I hadn't heard before last year was a tree frog. It's back this year to brighten my evenings.

my door opens...
the crisscrossing paths
of two cottontails

The following is an image that contains a rabbit, but no poem. It was submitted as an art inspiration piece for a Spark challenge in 2015. It is titled, "Crepuscular."



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July 12, 2016