Happy Haiga Day!

 

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

a colorful thought:

blue is a devoted
handmaiden to sadness

give her a summer sky
a blooming hydrangea and
she may look for a new job

Happy Haiga Day!

 

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

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nary a ripple...
too hot even for fish
to jump

Happy Haiga Day!

 

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vacation at the bungalow

we played card games
with stale chips as chips

most days, though,
were spent with noses
pressed against cold glass

Happy Haiga Day!

 

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. 

Text:

the friend 

not made today 

...summer rain

Happy Haiga Day!

 

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We Americans
have no need
of pyrotechnics
to make a bang.

The implosion of
our democracy is
a spectacle visible
to all the world.

Happy Haiga Day!

 

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.  Image: U.S. Department of Agriculture Pomological Watercolor Collection. Rare and Special Collections, National Agricultural Library, Beltsville, MD 20705 

Text:

Produce Section

Oh, the urge to stop and smell
a peach (and give it a squeeze).
You've been disappointed
in Junes past, so you settle for
one more pint of strawberries.

August you'll be tired of peaches,
but not yet ready for a hard pear.

Six months from now you'll accept
anything approaching ripeness.

Happy Haiga Day!

A few weeks ago, in a post Covid gathering, there was a discussion of the proposed Juneteenth federal holiday.  At least one person spoke up to say she had never heard of Juneteenth.  If you, too, were unfamiliar with the holiday and want to learn more than has been presented in media snippets over the past week, start with this post from the Library of Congress.

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Juneteenth

"how come I never
learned that in school?"

American minds may
yet be emancipated by
a proclamation of truth

Happy Haiga Day!

 

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.  Image:  U.S. Department of Agriculture Pomological Watercolor Collection. Rare and Special Collections, National Agricultural Library, Beltsville, MD 20705.

Text:

June strawberries
freshly plucked the scent
as heady as the taste

Happy Haiga Day!

 © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.  "Three Pears" by Paul Cézanne.

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early June

the pear tree interlaced
with walnut-sized fruit

come September after
birds and squirrels feast
we'll be lucky to find three

Happy Haiga Day!

 

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

 

Text:

bird, tree frog, chipmunk
each with its own audience
plus me

Happy Haiga Day!

 

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pandemic spring
seeing coronavirus
everywhere

Happy Haiga Day!

 

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

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no memory
of the "before time"

Saturday trip to
Home Depot supersizes
his world

two-year-old

Happy Haiga Day!

 

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is there a difference
between purple and violet?

and does the late
Artist plant earworms
in your head, too?

...pandemic continues

Happy Haiga Day!

I decided it was high time I set up a label titled "pandemic."  Today's post will be labeled as such, and I'll go back over the past year and add the rest.  It may take a few days.

 

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Text:

 

her highest single
word score ever

regrettably played
against an opponent
named "Practice"

pandemic year

Happy Haiga Day!

 

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

pandemic year two

the old signposts have
been worn away

now's not the time to
realize that moss can grow
on all sides of a tree

Happy Haiga Day!

In years past I've forced many a hyacinth bulb.  The flowers were always full and fragrant and an inspiration for many of the poems found under the label, "hyacinths and other flowers."  The photo below is the best of the four bulbs I attempted to force this year.  The rest barely poked up their heads before shriveling.

 

 

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

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forcing hyacinths

during this pandemic
the wait unbearable

and in the end
delight for neither
eyes nor nose

Happy Haiga Day!

 

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the musicality of March sunshine

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.

Happy Haiga Day!

 

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

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

Happy Haiga Day!

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

mid-February

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

2021 could be luckier
in more ways than one