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

Haiku Sticky #589

I'm not going to call this a haiku, nor is it a senryu.  I think of it as a quip.

 

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Text:

March 17th:
New England boiled dinner's
day in the sun

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.

 

 

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Text:

 
forcing hyacinths

during this pandemic
the wait unbearable

and in the end
delight for neither
eyes nor nose

Haiku Sticky #588

 Starting this week, Haiku Sticky day will be on Wednesdays.

 

 © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved

Text:

snow recedes

is that a bit of green

I see?

Happy Haiga Day!

 

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Text:

the musicality of March sunshine

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.