In April 2017, one of my poems was selected for the Olympia Spring Arts Walk. Another poem, Olympia Almanac, was recently selected for I Hear Olympia Singing: An Anthology of Olympia Poems for the 2018 Fall Arts Walk celebration.
I have a coworker who posts humorous bits on her white board every other day or so. She posted this while I was traveling for work, but sent me a pic of it, knowing I like to play with haiku. I snorted coffee when I saw it. Hope it brings you a few laughs, as well!
they greet the night
with joyful song and dance
below a fading moon
Tidbits by Shannon 09.09.2018
the temple bell stops but I still hear
the sound coming out of the flowers
Matsuo Basho (1644-1694)
see you sip
salted ocean juice
wincing at the sting of old shame —
old shame with no name corrodes the shell you built in pain
the stain of shame grows day by day —
kept alive with brine-
Courtesy of the September 3 prompt at NaHaiWriMo. We are entering my favorite season, autumn. The temperature is finally bearable, the changing colors speak to me of life, even as the world settles in for a winter nap. Because, well — naps! As a child, I couldn’t abide them. As a middle-aged woman, I love them. Speaking of seasons, here’s a neat online quiz to refresh one’s memory as to the why and wherefore of what creates the seasonal change. Now, get out there and find some early fall leaves.
September launches a new NaHaiWriMo prompter for haiku. Today’s word was chamomile. A versatile and amazing flower, it has been used for centuries to soothe nerves and calm the digestive tract. Perhaps the act of cultivating and preparing the tea can be just as restorative. I do know that as autumn rolls in, hot tea with lemon, honey and a nip of whiskey go with fuzzy blankets, a good book, and a purring 4-footed friend.
Life offers some truly serendipitous moments from time to time. You can get a keen sense of how the world connects across space and time when that happens. I recently visited friends in D.C. They took me on a lovely tour of the Georgetown U’s beautiful campus, which hosts the Health Policy Institute’s Center for Children and Families. I was invited this month to submit a brief article for their Say Ahhh! Blog. Such an honor! Medicaid and early learning: complex systems at play was posted just as I was visiting the area, exploring the hallways and libraries of Georgetown. My first official byline! How exciting!
she never knew
such greedy mouths
could feed her will to thrive!
her heart pierced by shafts
of pinfeathers fledged
and chirping calls soon to fade~
when will her molt begin?
The first line of this piggyback poem comes from The Horses, the Sorrow, the Umbilicus by Maureen Hays and her poetry prompt at Real Toads. I’ve been blessed with the chance to watch a Mama Bird build her nest, incubate eggs and valiantly defend them from such predators as myself who just wants to keep the flowerpot green and blossoming, but can’t resist snapping a picture or two as her babies grow. and apparently, anthropomorphizing-the-heck out of her along the way. Long live all Mama Birds!
We cushion their nests
with soft feathers and grass,
with no thought given
to the cost of love and time.
When they fly,
shall we laugh or shall we cry?