September 24, 2017

September 21, 2017

Poetry Friday--Frost and Found

A big shout-out to Michelle Barnes who is featuring a post I wrote for TLD, "How to Get to Carnegie Hall." Be sure to check it out!

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A long time ago I wrote an article titled, "Frost and Found." It was about "finding" haiku in the poems of Robert Frost. It never did see its way into print, but, I still think it is a valid approach to writing haiku, especially for kids who cry, "I don't know what to write about." Frost's work is chocky-block full of strong visual images. If you can't find a million images in a book of Frost's, there's something wrong with you.

Frost provides the images, and it's up to me, as the poet, and you, as the reader, to find the relationship to humans. I'm going to use Frost's phrases, but not necessarily in the order he presented them.

Since it's still apple picking time here in NH, and, since apples are particularly abundant this year, I thought I'd see what haiku lie hidden in "After Apple-Picking."
After Apple-Picking

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.

Here are five haiku I found:

fleck of russet...
through a tree magnified
apples appear

of no worth
a barrel that I didn't
fill

cider-apple heap
ten thousand thousand fruit
struck the earth

coming in
scent of apples
on the night

rumbling sound
I keep hearing...
this sleep of mine

How many haiku can you find?

Amy at The Poem Farm is this week's Round-Up host. Please stop by!



September 19, 2017

Haiku Sticky #427

I'm not quite sure if this is a haiku (deals with Nature) or a senryu (deals with human nature). I'm leaning toward senryu. For those who don't know, a kigo is a seasonal word that acts as a shortcut. You read the word and you know exactly what season it is.

Pumpkin-spice has taken on a superstar role in the fall. You see it absolutely everywhere. Most people I know have long grown weary of it. Does anyone really need pumpkin-spice Pringles?


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

pumpkin-spice
the new kigo brings
an eye roll

September 17, 2017

Happy Haiga Day!


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Text:

squirrel
wherever it fits
it goes

September 15, 2017

Poetry Friday--Response to a Response

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The above was my art response to a poem by Rebecca Smolen in the recent SPARK! 34 challenge. I've written about the challenges before, which are the brainchild of the talented Amy Souza. (Amy is an artist, writes, edits, and also manages the quarterly SPARK! challenges as well as a quarterly postcard challenge.) You can read Rebecca's poem, "Van Gogh Could See It," here.

As you all know, Van Gogh was a prolific artist, so I was able to find a number of self-portraits to choose from for my response piece. And, there is the painting, "The Starry Night," as well as a drawing of "Starry Night," accessible. All of Van Gogh's work is in the public domain, so I felt free to use and adapt it.

I almost never do an art piece without words in it, and for the SPARK challenges I generally use a quote to add to the piece.

Van Gogh was a letter writer and his letters have been translated and are available online. I spent a good part of a day just reading randomly through his letters. But, since there was a mention of warships in Rebecca's poem, I decided to look for a mention of boats. The quote I found is taken from a letter to Emile Bernard circa July 17, 1888.

When I finished I thought about how relevant the quote is to contemporary America, and so, I wrote a response to my SPARK response. If you've read any of my recent posts you'll remember how I've become enamored of the cherita form (a short poem of six lines total, which tells a story), and for my response I wrote a cherita sequence. I hope that each cherita can be read independently of the sequence and tell its own tale.
Shark Attack! The Story Behind the Headline

1
on the monkey bars

two smart-alecky boys
taunt and egg each other on

never coming to blows
one will eventually blink
and walk away...

2
on the lake

while drifting they watch,
each in their own little boat

they breathe the air
absorb the sun and mostly
ignore the noise on shore

3
on the beach

a boy has climbed
up the lifeguard's tower

no one asked if
he was qualified,
or, if he could swim

4
from the tower

he has them chanting along
"sharks are fake"

swimmers respond
to the boy's presence--
there's no need for worry

5
on the lake

boats begin to take on water
too late for a safety check

they can hold on
there's a boat nearby...
there are no sharks, right?

6
on the distress call

wait, there is no lifeguard
the tower stands empty

a ruckus comes
from the arcade:
two boys are at it again

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.
Michelle H. Barnes at Today's Little Ditty is hosting the Round-Up this week. Stop by for the poetry links, and, to contribute five words of peace.

September 12, 2017

Haiku Sticky #426

After a weekend of watching hurricane reports, Sunday night I had a typical (for me) anxiety dream--not being able to get to where I needed to be. My thoughts go out to the people who dealt with the reality of evacuating and of having a hurricane strike.


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September 10, 2017

Happy Haiga Day!


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Image credit: NASA/NRL.

Text:

hurricane watch

we buy cases
of bottled water

flashlight batteries
to illuminate our
culpability


I saw this on FB yesterday:

September 8, 2017

Poetry Friday--Abecedarian

Last week, at Today's Little Ditty, Michelle Barnes had an interview with Carole Boston Weatherford who challenged TLD readers to write an abecedarian poem for the September DMC challenge. I posted one on the TLD padlet, illustrated it, and was going to post it today. Following the news of Hurricane Irma, though, led to thinking about hurricane poems.

I remembered a poem I had received through a "poem-of-the-" email subscription many years ago. If I remember correctly, I believe it came from Milkweed Editions, but I can't be sure because I lost all my back emails three years ago in a crash. [I had been using an online back-up program that allowed me to reload all my files with the exception of my emails. There's something nice about getting rid of the old stuff and starting all over, but on the other hand, when you're looking for a poem you had saved, you're out of luck.]

I figured I must have written a hurricane haiku over the years, so I did a search of my files. It turns out I had written a whole book's worth of hurricane poems and forgotten about them! It was for a project I worked on back in 2003 on The Great New England Hurricane of 1938. One of the poems turned out to be an abecedarian poem! (It seems I posted another one of the poems back in 2011, which you can read here.)



Today's forecasters can warn of hurricanes far in advance of their hitting a location. Back then, forecasting, without the benefit of satellites and computers was an art at best. There was no FEMA assistance to help in the recovery, either. Some of the stories of the devastation would make your hair curl.
THE ABC OF FLOATING DEBRIS

Apples (Macintosh)
Bathtub (claw-footed)
Cushion (sofa)
Doll (baby, fully-clothed except for socks and shoes)
Eyeglasses (tortoiseshell frame)
Fedora (size 7 3/8)
Galosh (left foot only)
Hymnal (Presbyterian)
Icebox (sliced bologna and half a pound of butter inside)
Jacket (child’s, red)
Knob (brass, door attached)
Life preserver (with survivor)
Milkcan (empty)
Nightstick (wrist strap missing)
Oilskin (and sou’wester)
Portrait (unidentified, 1700s?)
Quahog basket (no quahogs)
Rubber ball (black)
Staircase (minus banister)
Toddler (on shingled roof fragment)
Ukelele (strings intact)
Vacuum cleaner (electric cord frayed)
Window (six paned, with and without glass)
X-ing sign (railroad)
Yacht (her mast broken)
Zwieback (one box, unopened)

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

I never did finish the project, despite having 34 poems written. As I mentioned above, the devastation was awful, and after a while, it was too depressing to continue.

I hope all our southern neighbors escape unscathed. We'll be thinking of you.

The Round-Up is being hosted by Matt Forrest Esenwine. Matt is also celebrating the "birth" of his first picture book, Flashlight Night. Way to go, Matt!





September 5, 2017

Haiku Sticky #425


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Text:

old friends
it now takes all of them
to find the words

September 3, 2017

Happy Haiga Day!


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Text:

late summer
...hard not to mistrust
the moon

August 31, 2017

Poetry Friday--Not "Arguing with Something Plato Said"

I was skimming through a listing of poems on The Poetry Foundation's website and came upon "Arguing with Something Plato Said" by Jack Collom. It stopped me short since I had mistakenly read it as "Arguing with Something Potato Salad"! [Click here for Collom's poem. I found it unreadable. That's just me, I have a short attention span. I prefer short and to the point, which Collom's poem is not. Perhaps you will love it?]

In any case, I decided I liked "my" title better and figured I'd better write a poem (short and to the point) to go with it. Not my easiest challenge, but potato salad brought to mind an invitation to a Cinco de Mayo party that I received many years ago--before Cinco de Mayo became another excuse for Americans to drink to excess. Here's a cherita sequence with a slightly altered title. (A cherita is a three-stanza poem that tells a story. The first stanza, one line, sets the scene. The second stanza has two lines, the third has three.)

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Text:

No Arguing With Something Potato Salad-y

1
invitation

please, don't let it require
a costume

...even worse
a request to contribute
a potluck dish

2
always a catch

"please use a food native
to the Americas"

what kind of host
presumes guests will know
how to research?

3
potatoes

I might have thought
Ireland, but no

native to Peru
in the 16th century
introduced to Europe

4
purchase complete

five pounds of
Solanum tuberosum

there should be
no arguing with something
potato salad-y


The unusual party invitation did indeed request a dish made with a native ingredient. I made a potato salad, but I also added beans and corn--two other native foods. I should have argued with myself about something potato salad-y! It wasn't great, rather bland. If only I had added some heat, but that was a time before I became a fan of hot seasonings.

Kathryn Apel is hosting this week's Poetry Friday Round-Up--from Australia!

August 29, 2017

Haiku Sticky #424

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Text:

urban park ranger
stops to point out wildlife
Canada goose

August 27, 2017

Happy Haiga Day!


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Text:

a whistle buoy's
constant reminder
of peril
the sunniest days are when
we are taken unawares

August 25, 2017

Poetry Friday--"Seaside Grave: Little Frances"

I spent an afternoon in a graveyard taking pictures for a project a few years back. One gravestone in particular moved me with it's poignancy. The stone was old and worn, without even a last name. It was leaning up against a newer type stone, but I can't be sure the people within the graves were related.

The graveyard was nowhere near the sea, but I took a little poetic license. Overall, I think it's a fairly depressing piece.


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Text:

A frosty glass bottle
at the edge of the beach
abutting a graveyard.

A victim to time, tides, and
sand, the bottle has been
wiped clean of its identity.

Both the contents, and,
you, Frances, in a nearby
grave, remain a mystery.

We know you existed.
What we don't know
is when and for whom.

Or, if, in your short life,
you tasted sweet bottled
syrups or bitter medicines.

Still, your family chose to
send you through eternity
as their "Little Frances."

Do we need to know more?
No more than we need to
know who filled the bottle.

Jone will be hosting the Round-Up today at Check It Out.

I apologize to all who left a comment here last Friday. Things were crazy and I never sat down long enough to respond to your kind words.

August 22, 2017

Haiku Sticky #423

In the public library world, no one EVER AGAIN wants to hear the question, "Do you have eclipse glasses?"

I hope everyone survived yesterday's eclipse with their vision intact. I do have my doubts, though, after hearing some of the misconceptions people had about viewing the eclipse. With any luck, they did a little research first before going outside. I'll leave it at that.

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

August 20, 2017

Happy Haiga Day!

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Text:

pilgrim's journey

draco's silver tongue
becomes flagellant's whip

salvation will not be
forthcoming while #maga
remains an expediency

August 18, 2017

Poetry Friday--"Sweet August"

I wrote this poem back in the cold days of February as part of a Laura Shovan's yearly February daily writing challenge. We were required to use these words taken from an article on women writers:
Unicorn
Cabin
Glut
Cousin
Fever
Sing
Kitchen
Flee
Peach
Sour
Bonus: refuge

The poem is much better suited to today, and, its illustration, makes me drool!

I don't come from a large extended family such as the one in this poem, but, I've read a lot, and I have an imagination!


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. I took the photo a few years back, cropped it, and enhanced the color a bit. But, even without the enhancement, the peaches were mouthwatering.

Text:

Sweet August

Outside, Gran's cabin
a glut of cousins
some real, others
of the kissin' type.

Inside, bodies
crammed peeling
and cooking ripe
peaches for jam.

All fevered with
the heat and smells
of each other and
the steaming kitchen.

Sour dispositions
were made affable
by the young ones'
tales of unicorns

and the old ones'
fervent singing:
"Let thy grace
my refuge be..."

It was August
and it was sweet.

A Journey through the Pages is hosting this week's Poetry Friday Round-Up.

August 15, 2017

Haiku Sticky #422


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Text:

streets now cleared
...protest footage still on
an endless loop

August 13, 2017

Happy Haiga Day!

On Friday Irene Latham posted a swap poem she had received from Margaret Simon. Irene explained, "Margaret's poem was from a prompt in THE PRACTICE OF POETRY by Robin Behn and Chase Twichell to use a Greek Philosopher's quote as an epigraph."

You should definitely read Margaret's poem, which in turn inspired a poem by Irene. Irene concluded her post with this, "Anyone else want to write a poem inspired by a Greek philosopher?"

How could I resist the invitation?

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

Outdoor Café

The things you really need are few and easy to come by; but the things you can imagine you need are infinite, and you will never be satisfied.
~ Epicurus

outdoor café
nectar sipped from
a flute

though the air
is clear, warm, and perfumed
notes are taken
--would we also bother
to record number of sips?

bees and daisies
printed on the tablecloth
...no one looks up

August 11, 2017

Poetry Friday--"In Nature"

Last Friday, Carol Varsalona posted a poem she had written based upon ten words selected from an article on the benefits to children of being out in nature. The article comes from the Center for Parenting Information.

I have also taken up the challenge of writing a poem from the ten words selected from the article:

  • children
  • creative
  • curiosity
  • explore
  • listening
  • nature
  • outdoors
  • relaxation
  • senses
  • stewardship



  • I ended up with a sequence of haiku. I used all the words (or a variant of the words) except for "listening." I used "to hear" in its place, which is arguably different, but close enough.


    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

    Text:

    In Nature

    walk in the woods
    all senses a-tingle
    ...so ready

    curiosity
    enhanced by exploration
    ...children defined

    outdoors...
    creation of creatures
    from clouds

    noticing stewards:
    chipmunk drops an acorn
    purple finch poops

    late afternoon
    quiet enough to hear
    the quiet

    relaxation...
    how easily anxiety
    capitulates


    Visit Margaret at Reflections on the Teche for this week's Round-Up. You'll be glad you did!


    August 8, 2017

    Haiku Sticky #421

    I had a bit of fun playing with my shadow the other day!


    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

    Text:

    my legs
    so long and lean
    afternoon shadows

    August 6, 2017

    Happy Haiga Day!


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    Text:

    at the shore
    arguing the merits
    of catch and release

    August 4, 2017

    Poetry Friday--Spark Postcard Exchange

    I had the month of July to send out four postcards as part of an exchange arranged by Amy Souza of Spark: art from writing: writing from art. Unlike the Spark challenge, the creation of our postcard art is not dependent on an inspiration piece. I decided to go with the broad topic of summer treats. Here are the four postcards I sent:

    Summer watermelon is always a treat, but not as much fun as it was in the "olden" days before the seedless and personal-size varieties came along!

    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

    Text:

    2017
    watermelon-- the fun
    bred right out of it


    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

    Text:

    a hint
    of sweetness and salt
    ...summer kisses


    The following one actually started out to be about clam chowder! Funny how things change along the way.

    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

    Text:

    beachcombing...
    my mother always said
    "patience is a virtue"

    Here's the sign as it appeared on the chowder vendor's window:



    No explanation for this one is necessary. By the end of August you can substitute the word peach for blueberry!

    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

    Tet:

    blueberry pancakes
    muffins pie bread oatmeal jam
    ...late July

    Now go visit Donna at Mainely Write. I wouldn't be surprised if she has some Maine blueberry poems in her files!



    August 1, 2017

    Haiku Sticky #420


    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

    Text:

    pick-your-own
    August is peach time
    yes, yes, yes!

    July 30, 2017

    Happy Haiga Day!

    I have two phone apps that purport to be able to identify photos of unknown (to the photographer) plants. Neither could ID this striking range of green to raisin-colored leaves! I'd love it if you can tell me what they are.


    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

    July 28, 2017

    Poetry Friday--Zorach Family Art

    On a recent visit to the Currier Museum of Art in Manchester, I became enamored of a small bronze titled "Affection." The piece is by William Zorach. It was the only work of art I photographed that day.

    I wrote an ekphrastic cherita* to pair with it:

    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. "Affection" (1933) by William Zorach [1887-1966].

    The Currier also has a painting, "Plowing the Fields," by Zorach.

    A Wikipedia entry on William Zorach let me know that Zorach spent time in New Hampshire and lived and died in Maine (our neighboring state). I also found that Zorach was the father of illustrator Dahlov (Zorach) Ipcar, a name some of you may recognize. Ipcar passed away on February 10, 2017, at age 99.

    Dahlov Ipcar wrote and illustrated many children's books, such as The Wonderful Egg (recently reprinted), and, she illustrated books by other writers such as Margaret Wise Brown.

    Flying Eye Books.

    Head over to A Word Edgewise where Linda is hosting the Round-Up for this week.

    *A cherita is an unrhymed, untitled, poem that tells a story in 3 verses. Verse 1 is one line, verse 2 is two lines, verse 3 is three lines. Click on the "cherita" label on the right side of the page.

    July 25, 2017

    Haiku Sticky #419


    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

    Text:

    first garden
    her Facebook page
    blossoms

    July 23, 2017

    Happy Haiga Day!

    With many thanks to Tara Smith who took the photo at her farm in upstate New York!


    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Photo © Tara Smith, used with permission.

    Text:

    the flap of sheets
    fans the labrador's nose
    July heat

    July 21, 2017

    Poetry Friday--"Dear Bee"

    The other day I deliberately and forcefully applied the sole of my slipper to a large ant in my kitchen. I found myself apologizing. I really would rather redirect little creatures back outside, but with ants, it's too daunting a mission.

    I wondered what Emily Dickinson would have done. (This really didn't come out of the blue, I had recently watched the newly released DVD, A Quiet Passion.) The internet is wonderful and it allowed me to find her poems online and search for "ant" within the text. I have to assume that the negative result is because Miss Emily didn't write about ants. Probably because she'd dealt with them in the same manner as I did!

    Of course I found a gazillion references to bees. So, I wrote this little ditty à la Emily Dickinson. It contains her beloved bee, and also, the neglected ant.

    I hope it scans well for you. I tried singing the lines to both "The Yellow Rose of Texas" and the theme song to Gilligan's Island. It worked for me, but it might not work for you. (I wrote about singing Emily Dickinson poems here; also check out the comments for that post.)

    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

    Text:

    Dear Bee:

    You and all your kindred folk
    dwell in the world outside.
    In the fields, among the oaks,
    there's nought for you inside

    My cluttered home, where you will see:
    the gray of dust and grime.
    Do not come in. Heed my plea,
    or, be subject to my crime

    Of expelling you. Whacking you.
    Rendering you nonextant.
    Warn all your friends! It's up to you!
    My apologies to the ants.


    Katie at The Logonauts is playing host to the Round-Up this week. Do stop by!

    July 18, 2017

    July 16, 2017

    Happy Haiga Day!


    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

    Text:

    binge-watching
    ...the bouquets that go
    unpicked

    July 14, 2017

    Poetry Friday--It's National Mac and Cheese Day!

    Inspired by Tabatha Yeatts' post on donuts two weeks ago, I have decided to celebrate another beloved food--macaroni and cheese. July 14 has been designated as National Mac and Cheese Day and I'm celebrating with a non-caloric mac and cheese poem! I hope other bloggers will be celebrating the day, too.


    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

    Text:

    It's All about the Crumbs

    Macaroni and cheese is
    a diet-busting
    cheddary
    toothsome
    tongue coating
    easily going
    down the gullet
    dinner-time staple.

    Go the extra step
    and finely crush
    a sleeve of crackers
    sprinkle them over
    the top, dot with
    butter and bake
    until the crumbs
    are golden brown.

    What you now have
    is a magnific
    mac and cheese.
    That little crunch
    surprises the palate
    pleases the plebeian
    gratifies the gastronome
    exemplifies America.


    Who knew I'd be writing a patriotic poem? If I were to go back, I probably would have used a word other than magNIFic. [Imposing in size or splendor : exalted.] It's not common, and people will probably read it as magnificent, or magnifique. Magnifique sort of negates the American emphasis of the poem. What word would you suggest?

    My favorite addition to macaroni and cheese is fresh tomatoes. What's yours? Or do you prefer it plain? The good old blue box kind? Cheddar, American? What cheeses go into your mac and cheese? Do you make a cream sauce first? And as for the crumbs, I like the original Ritz crackers, but you may have another preferred crumb. What a versatile dish! I even love it cold.

    I feel badly for those with dairy allergies. At least there's now plenty of gluten-free varieties of macaroni for those with gluten or wheat issues.

    If you're short on time, you can whip up a single-serving size in a microwaveable coffee mug. I've done it and recommend you give it a try! Here's the simple recipe I've used (your quantities and cooking times may vary):

    In a large mug or deep bowl (a Pyrex one-cup measure works well), stir in 1/3 cup uncooked macaroni and 1/2 cup water. Microwave for 3 minutes, stir, then microwave for an additional 2 minutes.

    Stir in a scant 1/4 cup milk and approximately 1/2 cup shredded cheddar. Cook one minute more.

    You can add crumbs at this point and put the mug under the broiler, but that makes for more prep, risks burning the crumbs, and, results in a mug that is too hot to handle. In other words, skip the crumbs.

    Word of warning: you may need to soak your mug for a while after eating, although you could probably begin by greasing the mug.

    Tabatha Yeatts: The Opposite of Indifference is hosting the Poetry Friday Round-Up, so head over there for more non-caloric poetry treats!

    July 11, 2017

    Haiku Sticky #417

    For today, a cherita instead of a haiku.

    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

    Text:

    political rants

    go unanswered
    by a cat

    one of several
    reasons she prefers
    to live alone


    July 9, 2017

    Happy Haiga Day!

    A little something inspired by my friend Pamela Ross. We, along with several others, have been discussing attending the Highlights workshop, "The Craft and Heart of Writing Poetry for Children" in October.


    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. The photo was taken several years ago at the Andres Institute of Art.

    Text:

    poised on the threshold
    in or out?
    the doorknob remains
    in your hands

    July 7, 2017

    Poetry Friday--Back by Popular Demand

    Some of you asked that I continue my Katku series, so, since you asked...here are three more Katku!


    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. "The Rider" by Edwin Lord Weeks.

    Text:

    cat perched...
    the swivel desk chair
    holds a surprise



    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. "Cherry Blossoms" by Lilla Cabot Perry (1911).

    Text:

    none actually
    saw the vase tip over
    ...mopping up



    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. "Morning Light" by William MacGregor Paxton.

    Text:

    east-facing window
    cat hopes to catch the birds
    if only by glimpse


    Carol at Beyond Literacy Link will be rounding up the poetry links this week!

    Next Friday, July 14, is National Macaroni and Cheese Day! Mac and cheese is one of my all-time favorite foods, so, I'm planning on having a mac and cheese poem ready to celebrate. How about you? Will you join the celebration, too? Have a great week!

    July 4, 2017

    Haiku Sticky #416

    Happy Independence Day. This a a rather melancholy senryu. It's not a good feeling when you're constantly thinking about moving to another country.


    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

    Text:

    7/4/17
    a renewed wish to be
    independent

    July 2, 2017

    Happy Haiga Day!


    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Dude ranch ad Sunset, 1898. Cowgirl photo courtesy George Eastman Museum.

    June 30, 2017

    Poetry Friday--The Round-Up Is Here!

    Yee ha! It's the last of this first half of the year's Round-Ups. The Fourth of July is around the corner and summer is in full swing! So, let's get started!

    I came upon the name, Hélène Dutrieu, quite by accident--she turns out to have been one of the most fascinating women, ever! Hélène Dutrieu [1877-1961] was what I would call a real hot ticket! I hope to find out more about her one day soon, but her Wikipedia entry was enough to spark a bit of illustrated poehistory!


    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

    Text:

    Hélène Dutrieu: The Bare Facts

    She conquered
    balance
    as a cyclist,
    speed
    as an auto racer,
    and gravity
    as an aviator.

    Still, she could not
    conquer prejudice.

    Women of daring
    and accomplishment
    expected push-back.

    Hélène received it
    in the form of
    fashion criticism.

    A Paris couturier
    designed her flight
    suit, yet Hélène was
    lambasted for what
    she neglected
    to wear in the air--
    her corset.


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    June 27, 2017

    Haiku Sticky #415


    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

    Text:

    after weighing
    the risk of catastrophe
    she still hits "send"

    June 25, 2017

    Happy Haiga Day!

    Inspired by Jama Rattigan's fortune cookie post this past Friday. This is more of a pun than a poem!


    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Photo by Orel Hamawi CC BY-SA 4.0.

    Text:

    fortune cookies...
    factory seconds truly
    un-fortune-ate

    June 22, 2017

    Poetry--Had Enough Katku?

    This is the last Friday of Katku before I'll take a break. They are kind of addictive--at least as far as creating them is concerned.


    Text:

    winter sun
    in complete control
    of the cat



    Text:

    cat watches
    the neighbor's cat
    watching



    Text:

    unfed cat's look
    burns right through me
    ...she walks away


    The Poetry Friday Round-Up is taking place at My Juicy Little Universe. Next week, it will be here!