Haiku Sticky #489

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always at her waist
almost always forgotten
step counter

Happy Haiga Day!

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throwing light on
deepening cracks
in the veneer

day after day

watching it all
come unglued

Haiku Sticky #488

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snow day...
remembered milk
forgot marshmallows

Happy Haiga Day!

Yesterday I participated in the 2019 (the third annual) Women's March, in Boston, MA. I'd say it was a great success! As always, some of the signs were a real hoot!

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women's march...
air temps in the 20's
on fire within

Haiku Sticky #487

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January night
wrapped in layers
missing the moon

Happy Haiga Day!

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she prefers the back
of an envelope to a vastness
of white

that single empty page
in her journal

a hill too steep to climb

Haiku Sticky #486

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the time after
a dusting of snow
before tracks vanish

Happy Haiga Day!

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Sixteen Varieties of Gooseberry
by George Brookshaw, 1812

It's only been a decade since
I bought my first avocado.

I still find it hard to imagine
how it once hung on a tree.

Never seen one gooseberry--not
even at the super-supermarket.

Mr. Brookshaw where did
you manage to find sixteen?

Poetry Friday--A Whole Lotta Nothin'

It's 2019 and I'm looking forward to some kind of change. The last year basically rung me out and left me in a heap. I even missed two weeks of Poetry Friday in December--something I don't think I've done since I started this blog nearly ten years ago. As far as writing is concerned--I've been going through the paces, but I don't have much of anything from the last three months of the year. I wasn't even tempted to participate in #haikuforhope. I thank those who had enough hope stored away to share.

So, what about going forward? I'm seriously considering bowing out of Poetry Fridays since I contribute little to all those who take the time to read and comment. I'll probably make a decision in the near future. I'm also planning on retiring within the next six months, so I've got a lot of chaos to look forward to.

For today I had a whole lotta nothin'. So, I hit the files to see what I wrote over the past decade during the first week of January. It will have to do...

A small poem written January 1, 2010:

How Lovely

Cat sleeps
and sleeps and sleeps
and sleeps, not knowing,
or caring, that time
is passing.

Cat wakes
to str-e-t-c-hhh,
drink, eat, excrete
play, groom, prowl.
Then back

she goes
to circle round and round
until finally tucking
her head into her
chest, she closes

her eyes.
Cat sleeps and sleeps
and sleeps. How
lovely to be
a cat.

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In January 2, 2011 I wrote this senryu:

online calendar
gone is the satisfaction
of discarding a year

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Just so you know, I was never able to adjust to online calendars. Paper's fine for me. (I may have gone a bit overboard though, next to my computer, in 2018, I had three small calendars! I discarded 2018 three times!)

This next one was puzzle to me when I found it, because I had no idea what inspired it. Then I came across a post about the The OEDILF. My limerick was written January 1, 2012:

A charta, also known as a patch,
is paper to which drugs are attached.
Then attached to you
And kept out of view
Your ailment is simply dispatched.

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On January 3, 2013, I wrote a tanka:

cat on the sill
nuthatch upside down
through the glass
that separates their
simultaneous complaints

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For many years I participated in the 15 Words of Less challenges on Laura Salas' page and this one came on January 2, 2014. I have no idea what the photo was that we used that day to inspire this poem:

With God on Their Side

They embraced the myth,
approached the native
species sword in hand
and declared themselves
dragon-slayers.

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January 4, 2015, Margaret Simon posted on Facebook about resurrection ferns. I was totally unfamiliar with the fern, so I looked it up and then wrote this:

Text:

Resurrection Fern

The live oak
living up to
its name
provides
resurrection
& life--
through air
not bread,
water
not wine,
and it does
it in less
than a day.

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It must have rained on January 6, 2016:

pop-up storm
the gurgle of rain
through a rusted grate

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And on January 1, 2017, the sun was shining brightly:

Text:

January 1
a songbird hedge alive
in the sun

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And yet another weather-related haiku for January 4, 2018:

quick moving storm
chicken barley soup
fogs the panes

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Actually, my mood has improved considerably after reading through some of my older stuff. I hope your mood has been improved, too!

Sylvia is hosting the first Round-Up of 2019! Stop by Poetry for Children where the New Year's party continues.

Haiku Sticky #485

Happy 2019! Tomorrow I'll go back to work and will find I've forgotten all my log-ins and passwords. More than two days off and they all fly away...

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holidays past...
back at work my brain
still on vacation