Dog Conference

Written for:  The Twiglets #34, “not at all human”

The dogs agreed.  Better off not being a human.


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Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Haibun Monday:  Free For All  (posted by hayesspencer)
Today is Free For All – meaning, you can choose your subject for the haibun. However there are still some rules: The haibun must be one to three tight paragraphs (2) Ended with a haiku (containing kigo and kireji words – season and cutting words) (3) Must be true (4) Must have actually happened to you.

At the doctor’s office today, an old man sat, clutching his walker, and talking to his son-in-law. He spoke in a loud voice that quivered, as he told each new person, “It’s no good to get old.” His son-in-law rolled his eyes in mock patience. “He’s ninety-eight, you know,” he whispered to people as they made their way to examination rooms. I was sad for the man who was not happy to be old, and sadder for his son-in-law who felt a need to excuse his father-in-law’s behavior.

Asian grandson hears
his eyes hold the light of Spring
words of wise elder

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Written for:  Haiku Horizons – “Spot”

red with black spots
alights for brief moment
ladybug on my arm

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The Open Sea

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #309

Words:  carry, sea, mean, shake, born, post, pick, trigger, string, beam, nothing, poor

They carried his ashes out to sea,
that sailor born with nothing but dreams.
A Navy man, retired, drawn to beam
of lighthouses glowing brightly in wee

small hours of darkness. Never wed
though a string of women tried their best
to capture him. He had his pick, could not rest.
His heart was triggered by waves in his head.

One day a letter arrived by post,
and shook his family to the core.
A precipitous storm, vision poor,
no means to survive.  He gave up the ghost.

They carried his ashes out to sea.
His siblings knew where he’d want to be.

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Written for:  Carpe Diem Writing and Enjoying Haiku #3 classical haiku

In the last episode of “Writing and Enjoying Haiku” you had to create haiku without rules, this time, I love to challenge you to create haiku following the rules, the most basic rules of haiku. You may choose your own theme, but you have to follow the following rules:

1. A kigo seasonword)
2. A kireji (cutting-word or punctuation)
3. 5-7-5 syllables (onji)
4. The theme is nature
5. A spiritual, Zen-Buddhistic layer / meaning
6. First and Third line are interchangeable
7. In your haiku you may not use “I”, because in haiku the poet isn’t visible

a fragile cobweb
dressed in crystalline dewdrops
treasure at sunrise

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

patient carriers
gather twigs in early Spring
a nest of one’s own

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Written for:  Carpe Diem #1223 Raspberry


low winter sun
raspberry leaves glow
red and green

© Jane Reichhold

the sweet taste
of her passionate kiss
rests a while
I carress her snow white skin
a gentle touch of raspberry

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

if left alone too long
ripe raspberries

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Written for:  Carpe Diem #1222 Beach

Darkening beach
the warmth of a person’s eyes
for the sinking sun

scattered in sand
embers of a saltwood fire
face to face with stars
shell beach
wind blowing through
a train whistle
a windless day
the beach colored
sea foam
© Jane Reichhold (1937-2016)

the beach covered with foam
last night’s storm
torn apart clothes
thrown against a beach pole
a winter’s love
© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

salty lips
lazing on a blanket
tasting the ocean

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Flat Iron

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads:  Weekend Mini-Challenge:  “Buildings” (posted by Kim)

Today’s challenge is to write about a building. It could be a specific building with a name that we would all know without directly naming it. It could be a church, a school or a building in which you have lived. It could be a department store, a government building or a concert hall. It is up to the reader to work out what the building is. Your poem does not have to consist of nine stanzas like Larkin’s and can be in any form you choose, but it should be a new poem.


A wedge, triangular piece
of pie. An odd lot–
what could be built
on this strange shape
of land? Daniel Burnham
had an idea. They scoffed,
jeered at such a notion.
Collapse was predicted.
That was in 1905. Still
alive and kicking,
Flat Iron building
remains on its frame.
Although ironing
is not an art I practice,
I love this sturdy
tall appliance-shaped

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Still Standing

Written for:  The Twiglets “still standing”

Losing one and one-half inches
from a short stature
panicked me into Lily
Tomlin’s character in,
The Incredible Shrinking
Woman. All I can say is,
at least I am still standing.

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Would You Know Me?

Written for:  Poets United Midweek Motif~Masks

“A mask tells us more than a face.”
― Oscar Wilde

Can we tell when someone is undisguised?
Do we prefer people to maintain the mask?

Would inhibitions drop
like falling stars
if I got my chance
to live in Disney World
for one day, dressed
as Goofy?

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