the strongest of wills
bends when considering love
matters of the heart
This senryū is my response to
RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #392,
where the prompt words are bend(ing/s) and heart.
Senryū
family ~ senryū
family
lasting connections
traveling
This senryū is my response to Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday
#Poetry Challenge #233, #Poet’sChoice.
Traveling this past weekend and then for two weeks starting Saturday
means less time checking into WordPress until the end of the month.
one who loves ~ senryū
one who loves
offers simple gift
tender thoughts
This senryū is my response to
RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #364,
where the prompt words are tender and who.
lonely heart travels ~ senryū
lonely heart travels
overcoming great distance
newfound contentment
This senryū is my response to
Colleen’s #Tanka Tuesday Weekly
#Poetry Challenge No. 231 #Ekphrastic #ThemePrompt.
troubled child ~ senryū
troubled child
leaves home in turmoil
mother weeps
Sorry so dark, but this senryū is my response to
RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #361,
where the prompt words are home and weep.
newborn child ~ senryū
newborn child
love overflowing
from cupped hands
This senryū is my response to
Misky’s Twiglet #229 – cupped hands.
I’m also sharing this with Colleen’s #Tanka Tuesday Weekly
#Poetry Challenge No. 228 #Poet’sChoice.
My granddaughter was three days old the first time I held her.
The next time I hold her will be in July, when she will be eight months old.
6 months
streetcar to nowhere ~ senryū
social distancing
under travel restrictions
streetcar to nowhere
Off prompt for Day 21 at napowrimo.net, this senryū is my response to Colleen’s #Tanka Tuesday Weekly#Poetry Challenge No. 222 #Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt.
~ Day 21 ~
Image source: mollyroselee at Pixabay
moon no longer full ~ senryū
moon no longer full
there is less light in the world
when a friend passes
This senryū is my response to Colleen Cheseboro’s #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge #219: #specificform, which asks that we write a haiku or tanka on any subject. While mortality has been an occasional subject in my poetry over the years, it seemed to become more of a recurring theme once I reached Medicare age, three years ago. What can I say? People around me are getting older. I’m getting older.
Images
Wikimedia Commons – Heron at New Moon, by Ohara Koson
Waning gibbous moon, Jefferson City Missouri, 01 April 2021
This will serve as my poem for Day 1 of National/Global Poetry Writing Month,
in case I don’t meet the challenge at napowrimo.net.
~ Day 1 ~
enteroscopy ~ senryū (with audio)
As it happens, I recorded two haiku on my phone when I was waking from anesthesia, yesterday. The one I posted yesterday was garbled and truncated, so I had to try to remember just what I had said. This morning, I found the first recording. Although not that much less garbled, it is more audible. That haiku (or senryū, to be more accurate) appears below, with the original recording. Note that I say “enterology” instead of enteroscopy, and there is a false start with the third line, in which I say “sore throat.” I’m feeling much better today, but the sore throat still lingers.
enteroscopy
complete with intubation
and recovery
As to why haiku came to mind as I was waking up? While waiting to be admitted for my procedure I was thinking about Freya’s most recent prompt for Pure Haiku, and I wrote down a haiku to submit later.
finding true justice ~ senryū
finding true justice
the goal of generations
a nation still mourns
This senryū is my response to
Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge #174: Justice.
Image source: friendshipcircle.org
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