their young eyes learn to see hidden birds and beasts under shrubs on still logs to soak in sun hear their gleeful cry his young hands pinch the greening leaves crinkled nose wary breath whiff of cucumber and mint welcomes sudden smile her young ears strain to hear the song subtle notes dance on wind a beguiling pied piper hidden from her sight This is a trial run with a Spanish poetry form known as a shadorma, which is a six-line syllabic poem of 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable lines. Multiple shadorma can be linked together. This experiment is my attempt to capture what I saw shadowing Eye on Nature volunteers at the Billy Frank Jr. Nisqually National Wildlife Refuge. Introducing and encouraging youthful love of nature is a great thing; watching these young people respond to the experience was inspiring.
The NaHaiWriMo prompts for June 10 and 11 seemed to want to go together as one poem, so here’s a tanka for all my knitting and wine loving friends. By the way, for my budding linguists, I found a website with some lovely pearls of history on knitting words. For example, did you know that the word ravel is a contronym (or Janus word)? Okay — plain talk — its’ meanings contradict each other. Fun stuff. Enjoy!
A new writing experiment, courtesy of the Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #35 Troiku Challenge “summer solstice” challenge. The challenge goes like so: Create a fusion haiku using the two provided haiku. From the fusion haiku, create a troiku. Needless to say, I was perplexed. Ken at rivrlogr (thankfully!) diagrammed the flow of the prompt, producing a beautiful troiku. Make sure to check it out! Ken’s diagram allowed me to get a handle on this new haiku form. So, starting with Chèvrefeuille’s two haiku:
between the wedded rocks
the sun rises to her highest throne
the ice has melted – dances in the sun
I created my fusion haiku:
melts ice tears of tribute
reckless snowdrop blush
to use as the base for my troiku:
fickle gift to fretful maid
her ardor wakens
melts ice tears of tribute
hope sprouts, cupped in joined hands
her dream blossoms
reckless snowdrop blush
too soon for durable love
her color fades
my midday ramble in cedar shade and sword fern -- how uniquely we see
The June 1 prompt was apple. It sparked a bit of senryu for me. While I am blessed in my health insurance coverage, I hear and see too many examples of the high costs of coverage plus out-of-pocket costs, particularly for seniors on Medicare, and for folks falling between the cracks. And then I hear from my doctor about the impacts to his profession from the burgeoning administrative rules, and I wonder will we be able to fix this system? What will it take? I found an article that offers one approach to the conundrums created by the private and public insurance sectors. Check it out. Doctors Are Opting Out of Insurance.
“Sometimes the origin of the harm can really be the most powerful source of healing.” ~Nadia Bolz-Weber, Welcome to the Apocalypse.
I tend to take a dim view of forwarded and shared posts, whether it be a distribution listserve or on social media. Occasionally, though, something catches my eye and I do a bit of digging. An interesting post showed up in my feed this morning claiming someone’s neighbor killed the songbirds in her back yard by applying pesticides. A simple click on the picture led to something else–an MSc student research project on window-collision mortality of songbirds.
Part I. The Mystery is Introduced a rusty-patched bumblebee gone in an “ecological poof” Part II. Our Intrepid Detective Stitches Together the Scene inside a mating cage one queen bee and her toadstool fungus-fattened drone with abdomen frozen the learned result? colonies starve when only males are born Part III. Balanced on a Tightwire trace the monetary tale of global decline unearth one more case of disease-carrying colonizers and ask who will melt thirty silver pennies into a savior’s silver bullet to cure this plague? **********************************************
The poetry blog imaginary garden with real toads presented a weekend focus challenge on insects and bugs. I did a little digging and found an interesting article on the plight of bumblebees, and then took a side trip into poetry forms. The bumblebee article was much too long to create an erasure (blackout poem) like this one, but I’m looking forward to experimenting. Enjoy!
Chachani and Misti are mountain peaks found in Peru and offered up as inspiration for a foray into Japanese poetry. Looking on this picture sends my memory swirling back to the 1980s. My morning and afternoon views walking to and from the school bus also featured mountains. To the west, the Grand Tetons. To the east, the Sleeping Indian. The rising sun pulled my unwilling spirit into the world each day; the setting sun hastened my laggard spirit home again. For years I have sworn that the only thing that gave me hope during early adolescent hell was the solidity of young granite towering over all else.
Geek Logik: Foolproof Equations for Everyday Life Nothing to it, really. It’s just a simple reduction to units in time all x-catchers required to first ask why life’s buffet of flavors turns tongue to charcoal dry eyes to sand leaves only the xeriscape of unloved lands Take heart! Name the variables hidden behind the written word and seeking hand -- ask who can spread a xenium feast in lands where no constant ever resides? Look you high and look you low, search far, and long, and wide for he who can solve the eternal why of a man, a can, [and] a plan will adore his Xanthippe even if she screams Cook This, Not That!