A Few Haikus

At writers group last night, the prompt was "my hell is no worse than yours". Sometimes, I'll write a few haikus to get the juices flowing. Here are a few:


My hell is no worse than yours
exhibit one: breath
mine goes in and out...yours not


My hell is no worse than yours
or so I believe
as daylight turns to darkness


My hell is no worse than yours
an autumn leaf falls
as do your sins on the ground

Haiku Contest

Hello pals of mine! We've been without a contest at Texas2Tennessee for quite some time. I guess I was waiting for the right image to come along and lo and behold it appeared in my garden this very day.

I've offered a haiku to capture my delight in picking the first ripe tomato of the season. Your challenge is to craft one of your very own. Please leave it in comments along with a link to your contact information.

Haiku rules are a 5-7-5 syllable rhythm, i.e. the first line has 5 syllables, second line has 7 syllables, third line has 5 syllables. There are other pesky rules, but I want you to be able to create freely.

The prize...a home baked pie of your choosing. I know you out-of-towners are at a disadvantage but I'll be fair and we'll figure out a way to get a pie to you if you win!

Ok...have at it! The deadline is Monday, July 5th.

first of the season

tomato jubilation

boy, is my face red*

*Is that a tomato in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?

My apologies to Mae West.

Achoo Haiku

ligustrum in bloom

an allergist's dream come true

breath at your own risk

Cardinal Sign

the fallen feather
silent riot of color
on tender spring grass

Yellow Throated Warbler - II

Warbler's yellow throat
surprising burst of sunshine
gales of birdsong, Spring

You Are Appreciated

Yes, today is your day.

A day for me to say 'thank you' to those who have stopped by, left your thumbprint on a page or two of these musings and when so inclined, a comment.

For nearly 4 years, I've littered the Blogosphere with poetry, rants, wonders, photos, joys and heartbreaks. Put another way, what it means to be human.

I often wonder who you are. That's why I put a little widgit on the bottom right hand corner of my Blog. It shows your journey to and your journey away from this spot. Well, that and it helps me feel not so alone when this life begins to feel very alone.

So, here's a Haiku dedicted just to you, dear Blog Readers. Print it out, put it on your fridge, pin it to the wall of your cubicle, know that your are appreciated:

Deep in the dense woods

a solitary poet

thinks of you and smiles

Dogwood Winter

creamy petals pause
their ritual unfurling

hail, dogwood winter

Gnu Haiku for You

Number One

juice on your pages
honeysuckle perfumed air,
secret diary breached

Number Two

cicada song drones
sheets sway in the mid-day sun,
sweat slips down the glass

Number Three

lather rinse repeat
again and again the same,
her long braid undone