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.

NaPoWriMo 2021

~ 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.