Haiku Sticky #587

 

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Text:

rain again
kicking off the blankets
reluctantly

Happy Haiga Day!

This was written as part of a writing challenge. It was inspired by a poem, "Underwear", by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, who died last week. The title of my poem is a line borrowed from Ferlinghetti.

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Text:

Underwear on Clothesline a Great Flag of Freedom  

A long time ago, before clothes dryers,
there were lines of rope strung between
house and tree, or from one apartment
to a second one the next street over. 
Underwear and socks were pinned
to the lines and seemed to benefit
from the time they spent in the sun.

There was hope that whatever stink left
after washers had done their job would
be replaced by the scent of clean, crisp,
fresh breezes. If the socks, briefs and
boxers, panties and brassieres could talk
they would have shouted. "Freedom!"
Those who put them back on would purr.

Haiku Sticky #586

 

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Text:

Covid vaccine

the size of the needle

scares her

Happy Haiga Day!

 

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Text:

winter continues...
cat has forgotten
the smell of fresh air

Haiku Sticker #585

 

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Text: 

Prayer on the Eve of an Ice Storm

If there is to be ice tomorrow,
let there be sun the day after
to stun us with the brilliance
of a convergence of opposites.

Happy Haiga Day!

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Text:

mid-February

longing for the first
signs of green--maybe
a four-leaf clover

2021 could be luckier
in more ways than one

Haiku Sticky #584

 

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Text:

pandemic persists
following headlights across
my bedroom wall

Happy Haiga Day!

 

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Text: 

second storm in a week

shoulders still aching
she looks beyond the trees

to piles of snow that
will only grow higher
and last until spring

Haiku Sticky #583

 

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Text:

zero degrees...
the static spark
between them

Happy Haiga Day!

 

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Text:

forecast of snow...
a mere dusting and a crow
would suffice

 

My thanks to Robert Frost for the inspiration!

Haiku Sticky #582

 

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Text:

dusty rose petals
origins unremembered
swept away

 

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Text:

a biting wind reminds
us, the years-long winter
will continue to loiter

we have to look closely
to detect the green

after the inauguration

Haiku Sticky #581

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Text:

U.S. Capitol

National Guard "invited"
to the inauguration.

Do they know with whom
they share a marble bed?

Will more than bread
be broken amongst them?

Happy Haiga Day!

 

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

The Measure of an Inauguration

It's all about enumeration.
Do not look to count the angels
of our nature as they boogaloo
on the head of a pin, stipulate
that they reveal themselves
hovering overhead. Only then
may true numbers be tallied.

Haiku Sticky #580

I first came across a stink bug when I moved, in 2019, to a city only 20 minutes away from where I had formerly lived.  And then I started coming across more.  Come to find out, a lot of people have become familiar with stink bugs.  I don't know if this is a result of climate change, but, I've removed two stink bugs from my apartment this week.  They're easy to catch, so I open the back door, toss them out, and wish them well.

 

 

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

 

catch and release...
stink bugs house bound
like me

 

Not So Happy Haiga Day!

 

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Text: 

 

D.C. postcard

in black and white

...and now red

Haiku Sticky #579

 

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Text:

pandemic winter

hours spent on YouTube
hundreds of how-to
videos viewed

projects tackled?
nary a one

Happy Haiga Day!

 

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Text:

this song from the heart
may be all the work we do
...first morning.

The year 2021 is the Year of the Ox.  There's a lot of hard work to be done to correct all the wrongs of the last four years, but I believe it can happen.  First, however, it's time to tap our creative wells.