Happy Haiga Day!

When I read the July 28 headline, "It's so hot in New York that manure is bursting into flames," my mind immediately went to the presidential candidate born in that state. Wow! Someone better start worrying about climate change! I thought. I amused myself greatly with imagined headlines from the supermarket tabloids: "Melania's desperate 911 call" "Gone! In a puff of smoke! Maid reports"

The statement above, if combined with today's haiku, would qualify as a haibun (prose + haiku). Instead I used the haiku for a haiga. The photo is from the NYPL Digital Collections, it was taken in 1936.

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In the early 70s I worked for a year and a half in Manhattan, I commuted from the Bronx by subway to Columbus Circle. On days in the summer, exiting the station, the air was redolent with the smell of onions being prepared for hotdog vendors. One of my favorite gustatory memories is of steamed hotdogs covered in tomato onion sauce. Normally steamed dogs are unappealing to me, but dowse one in the onion sauce and it's to die for (at least in my memory).

Poetry Friday--"Remembered Morning"

Despite your political affiliation, if you're a woman, you have to agree that this has been a historic week for women. A woman from a major party has been nominated to run for President of the United States. It took almost a century from the time women got the right to vote, but we're finally catching up to the rest of the world! Hillary Clinton, you go girl!

With hope for a brighter future and sustained progress for America's girls, I'm sharing this smile-inducing poem by Janet Lewis (1899-1998):

Remembered Morning

The axe rings in the wood,
And the children come,
Laughing and wet from the river;
And all goes on as it should.
I hear the murmur and hum
Of their morning forever.

The water ripples and slaps
The white boat at the dock;
The fire crackles and snaps.
The little noise of the clock
Goes on and on in my heart,
Of my heart parcel and part.

O happy early stir!
A girl comes out on the porch,
And the door slams after her.
She sees the wind in the birch,
And then the running day
Catches her into its way.

Check out today's Poetry Friday Round-Up taking place today at Reflections on the Teche.

"A Family of Birches" by Willard Leroy Metcalf (1907), courtesy The Athenaeum.

Haiku Sticky #368

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Happy Haiga Day!

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Poetry Friday--"Glitterati"

An overt message in a poem will always have me rolling my eyes. Yet, I seem to have written such a poem. My only excuse? One doesn't ignore glitter. And so, feel free to groan or roll your eyes--I won't be offended.

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As I said above, one doesn't ignore glitter. When I came home from work one day last week I had silver glitter on me. I had no clue where or when it had attached itself, but it brightened my mood! Then I found a lovely Leonardo da Vinci lady and put her together with some oversized "glitter" and a small poem.

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Haiku Sticky #367

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Happy Haiga Day!

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