February 20, 2018

Oh, No! What Happened to the Haiku Sticky?

Well, I got tied up, so I'll have to skip a week. However, I'll post a little satirical piece that I wrote in response to the Viking statue below.

Photo courtesy Scott Rhoades.

30-Second Commercial on Norwegian TV at 3:00 AM

Alve Gokstad here!

Ladies! You've heard the claims--

A certain VIP (Very Impotent Person)
is offering you the opportunity to
emigrate to the Land of the Free.

I'm here to tell you nothing
is free in the Land of the Free
if someone can make a buck.

As for the Home of the Brave--
it's smoke and mirrors with
a sad-looking nuclear football.

No smoke here in Norway!
Real fire! No deflated balls--
broadswords & hard shields!

So, let Norway light your fire!
Remember: Vi elsker deg! *
Norway--no horny in our horns!

* We love you!


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

February 18, 2018

Happy Haiga Day!

I needed something a little less dreary for today (in both image and spirit), so I paired this 2012 poem with a late summer photo.


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A Walk on the Beach

Work of moon
and tides more
years than I can
imagine found
between my toes.

February 16, 2018

Poetry Friday--"The Fortune Teller"

I'm taking part in Laura Shovan's February daily challenge to write an ekphrastic poem (art about art). This one, which I wrote on February 2, is able to stand on its own without the original work of art that inspired it. For today, I have illustrated it with pages taken from old books.


Click on image to enlarge. © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

The Fortune Teller

The fortune teller
took my hand
spread it palm up
to trace its lines.

My lines my life.

“You have embarked
on a journey,” she said,
“the road I see
ahead is circuitous.”

She looked up.

“Do you do nothing
directly?” She asked.

I pondered for a bit...

“No,” I whispered softly.
“I'm a poet.”

“Ah,” she said. “That
explains the slant
to the pavement.”

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February 13, 2018

Haiku Sticky #446

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Text:

tree full of crows
each with its own
opinion

February 11, 2018

Happy Haiga Day!

A poem that was written in response to a painting. It can stand alone without the original inspiration piece and so I have illustrated it for today.


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Forget-Me-Not

En plein air was not
a phrase she would have
heard, but instinctually
she knew the galaxies of blue
required painting from life.

She waited through fall,
and winter, for April to
arrive so that the blues
could flow through her fingers
and be confined to canvas.

February 9, 2018

Poetry Friday--Spark Postcards

Four times a year I take part in an original postcard exchange that has been organized by Amy Souza, the founder of Spark Art from Writing: Writing from Art. I had the month of January to create four postcards to send to people in Florida, New York, Oregon, and Virginia. To say that the winter here in New England has been a challenge is an understatement, so all my postcards had winter as their unifying theme.

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Illustration from More about the Squirrels by Eleanor Tyrrell (1915).

Text:

January
squirrel--branch to branch
--tree to tree
creating snow flurries to
bring attention to the sun


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

record lows
the cat draped around
my neck


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Text:

winter again
knitted scarf with the scent
of last year


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Illustration from Children of Winter by Maud Humphrey (1888) was altered by me.

Text:

winter lingers...
her mother gives up trying
to match mittens

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February 6, 2018

Haiku Sticky #445


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

her shadow
its convexity more
pronounced

February 4, 2018

Happy Haiga Day!


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Text:

not knowing
I had a neighbor
...until the snow

February 2, 2018

Poetry Friday--"My Coffee Maker"

Here's an original poem for today based on a coffee maker! (I won't say I'm balmy, but I do think I'm leaning that way.)


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

My Coffee Maker

My coffee maker,
a gift from a friend,
would signal the completion
of its task with five rhythmic
beep...beep...beep...beep...beeps,
until, less than a year later,
it stopped its beeping
--cold turkey.

How I missed the sound!

Six months after that,
brewing finished, it issued
a single beep.

Now, it will, on occasion,
beep...beep...beep...beep...beep,
or, issue one lone toll.

Most of the time, though,
silence.

Like an old friendship
its coffee may not be as warm
as it once had been.
Yet, like an old friend,
my coffee maker can coax
a smile on the most
random of days.

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