January 22, 2017

Happy Haiga Day!

The Women's March, which took place in Boston, yesterday, was inspiring in its numbers, its unity of purpose, and its hopefulness. From my Facebook friends, all over the country, came similar reports.


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Text:

January sun...
the drakaina awakens
from a long sleep

January 20, 2017

Poetry Friday--A New Project!

Chap-Books of the Eighteenth Century With Facsimiles, Notes, and Introduction by John Ashton (1882) was a lucky find for me at Open Library. I spent a number of hours looking through it, and discovered some great woodcut illustrations. I was inspired to use the illustrations and pair them with poems. This has resulted in a number of haiga (haiku/senryu with illustrations) and illustrated short poems. I'll be sharing them over the next few months, mostly on Sundays, which are Happy Haiga Day! here at Random Noodling.

This first one is a senryu written right after Christmas and is based upon a real incident from Christmas Day.

In Chap-Books, I came across The History of Sir Richard Whittington Thrice Lord Mayor of London. The cat in the illustration below, looked more dog-like to me and I thought it would work well with my poem.

[Note: you may know the legend of "Dick Whittington and His Cat," which was the subject of children's books by Robert Lawson (1949), Marcia Brown (1988), and Margaret Hodges (2006).]


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Text:

first time
meeting the family
he brings his dog


Here's another:


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Text:

Mephisto
the crowd still expects
he'll remove his mask

Violet Nesdoly | Poems is this week's Poetry Friday hostess. Do stop by.

January 17, 2017

January 15, 2017

Happy Haiga Day!

Many thanks to Amy Souza, creator of the quarterly Spark challenge, who posted the photo of her dog that inspired today's haiga.


Haiga © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Photo © Amy Souza, used with permission.

Text:

overnight snow
our morning routine
loses its rote

January 13, 2017

Poetry Friday--I Hope by Now It's All Gone!

If, like me, you hate to see a turkey carcass tossed out after a holiday dinner, then you probably make soup. I did. I managed to get a lot of meat off the frame and made a typical soup, that is, whatever is found in the refrigerator and/or the cabinets, goes in. If I have to make a special trip to the store, then a-follow-the-recipe soup won't get made.

Not surprisingly, last Friday's Round-Up found at least two offerings of soup poems. Tara Smith at A Teaching Life contributed "Everybody Made Soups" by Lisa Coffman and Kay at A Journey Through the Pages cooked up an original titled, "Simmering Echoes."

Those two posts, and the fact that I had recently finished off the last of the seemingly never-ending pot of turkey soup, inspired me to add my own poem to the canon of soup poems. (If there isn't a canon of soup poems, then I suggest we have the beginnings of one!) And, although there are some similarities to the two poems shared last week (there are some basic ingredients that you'll find in every turkey soup), mine comes to a slightly different conclusion.

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I normally don't use the word "gift" as a verb, but it seemed to fit the poem. I also heard this segment on NPR, which gave me permission!



Visit Keri at Keri Recommends for the Round-Up and have a great weekend!

Poem text:

After the Second Turkey Holiday

After the carving of portion-sized
pieces, after the dog has been
gifted with the innards, the nearly
naked carcass is given one more life.

These bones that were subjected
to full-bore denuding will release
a surprising amount of flavor
when boiled in a pot of water.

Add to the pot the following
chopped (finesse is not necessary)
vegetables: garlic, onions, carrots,
--maybe a potato, and celery.

Don't forget seasoning: a little
salt, a little more pepper, and
whatever else you find in a small
jar that still smells appealing.

Then add barley. Is half-a-cup too
little? More won't hurt, and, if it
turns into a stew, is that a problem?
If you prefer rice, wait until later.

Gently simmer, simmer, simmer
until time to eat, eat, eat, eat, eat.
After five days of turkey soup cross
it off your menu for another year.

January 10, 2017

Haiku Sticky #392


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Text:

graveyard
a dusting of snow changes
one's perspective

January 8, 2017

Happy Haiga Day!

On New Year's Day, the chirping from a flock of sparrows on sun-warmed shopping carts was wondrously joyful and loud! Ah, the simple pleasures...

I snapped this photo with my phone and paired it with a haiku.


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