Sunday, January 21, 2018

Not Haiku

When I die, I hope crows
eat my eyes, and somehow absorb only
memories that made me laugh
and that they live on
one last time
in the crows’ cackles.

Not Haiku

After I die,
I hope crows
steal my trinkets
for small children to find
and lose.

Sunday, January 14, 2018

Saturday, June 17, 2017

A Senryu, a Something, & a 2 Versions of a Tanka

Sun beats down all day.
Fans blow the air around,
drying our sweat.


Sitting outside,
I scared the feral cats,
who only know me through
glass windows.


Lalla wrote that
she became a lotus
not a sedge flower,
which she thought was better
But aren't both beautiful?


Lalla wrote that
she became a lotus
not a sedge flower.
But I like weedy sedge flowers.
Some will say I missed her point.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Finally wrote something.

Cold June rain
& disappointing peaches...
Where are my wool socks?


Bright white Summer sun,
pink-white blackberry flowers--
no fruit yet.


Walking downhill,
assessing neighbors' yards,
smelling their roses.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Senryu or Haiku? And what's Tanka?

After you read the link, you'll understand why I often think I should have named this blog "Sorta Kinda Senryu." But, as is obvious from reading my earlier writing, I didn't really know what Haiku were, let alone Senryu. And I'd heard of Tanka before, but never tried to write one. I've only written a couple. Here's one I wrote this morning.

Blackberry flowers, 
white & delicate in the sun; 
milk thistle purple 
fringe on the green, thorny stalk; 
nothing ripe yet.

Thursday, May 4, 2017