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
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
overcoming great distance
newfound contentment
This senryū is my response to
Colleen’s #Tanka Tuesday Weekly
#Poetry Challenge No. 231 #Ekphrastic #ThemePrompt.
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
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
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
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 ~
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
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
chill wind through the trees
below, silent leaves rustle
greet last fallen leaf
Kristjaan Panneman (Chèvrefeuille) has told us of his mother’s struggles with dementia, apologizing for his absence from Carpe Diem Haiku Kai due to the time he was dedicating to her, as well as his increased workload as a nurse due to the current pandemic.
My senryū, child once more, was posted in August 2020 and inspired by that dedication, as well as by his senryū:
memories
fading away more and more
she … a child again
© Chèvrefeuille
Kristjaan lost his mother to COVID-19 this month. Please keep him in your thoughts.
