Sunday haiku

dreary rainy day
streams overflowing their banks
beauty and danger

acrostic haibun

Tonight's offering is a bit of a hodge-podge.  The prompt for today was to write an acrostic poem, which means that the first letter of each line spells something when you read those letters vertically.  The twist, however, was to make the foundation of the acrostic personal, be it by using your name, the month of your birthday, your favorite color, or what have you.  I chose to use "Heather of the Hills" as the base for my acrostic poem.  That's the name of my nature blog, which is my "original" blog, and has come to be a part of my identity since I started it almost 3 years ago.

Hoping for inspiration
Every day.
Attuned to cues and clues,
Taking what is given to me.
Hearing my inner voice
Echoing in my inner mind,
Reaching for something more.

Open heart,
Full of dreams.

Turning toward new ideas,
Heralding fresh starts -
Each day an opportunity awaits.

Holding out my hand,
Imagining what could be.
Learning, laughing, loving,
Longing for me to be.
Something's coming.


I also wrote a haiku today, each line of which starts with words from an inspirational phrase that I came across on the internet this morning, just before reading today's prompt.  From the phrase "thoughts become things":

thoughts like a light bulb
become real and tangible
things of true power

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Both poems share a similar theme.  It didn't take long for me to figure out that I could actually turn the whole thing into a haibun, which I learned about thanks to my blogging friend James over at Coyote Mercury.  By its most broad definition, haibun is a combination of prose and haiku.  So, my original works convert to this:

Hoping for inspiration every day.  Attuned to cues and clues, taking what is given to me.  Hearing my inner voice echoing in my inner mind, reaching for something more.  Open heart, full of dreams.  Turning toward new ideas, heralding fresh starts - each day an opportunity awaits.  Holding out my hand, imagining what could be.  Learning, laughing, loving, longing for me to be.  Something's coming.

thoughts like a light bulb

become real and tangible

things of true power

As we near the end of NaPoWriMo, I should be wearing out, but the poems of the last two days came rather quickly.  It's been a fun ride, and I'll be sad to see this writing month come to an end.




Day 27

Sunday haiku

turtle in the road
destined to become roadkill
swerving car saves life



Day 25

catching up

I will admit, I did not write a poem yesterday. It's the first day I have actually skipped writing during NaPoWriMo (although I did finish up a post I had been working on over on my nature blog, so all is not lost).

Here is some of the stuff that I wrote but did not post last week. Haikus were the best I could muster, and even some of those aren't exactly in 5-7-5 form.

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sun drenched hillside
the golden light of evening
cool clean breezes blow

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birds scratch at leaf litter
hip hop jump back and forth
looking for dinner

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at the forest's edge
querulous nonsense chatter
marks his territory



Day 14

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golden spring sunset
incomparable palette
sparkling blue sky




Day 15

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big brown bird singing
repeat repeat two by two
hiding in plain sight
(any guesses on the identity of this bird?)

sound washes over
voices rise high in the sky
dawn song awakens




Day 16

Sunday haiku

Fluffy white and blue
cotton candy up above
patchwork sky shimmers




Day 18

Sunday haiku

tiny jewel with wings
I dreamt I saw you last night
hummingbird beauty

I think it also works in reverse:

hummingbird beauty
I dreamt I saw you last night
tiny jewel with wings

Which way works better to your senses? (Personally, I prefer the first one, waiting until the end to reveal the subject of the poem.)




Day 11

Thursday morn haiku

in the early dawn
relentless and tireless
the turkey gobbles

Tuesday haiku

Today's dawn chorus
Heavy on peepers and toads
Voices of the gods

Monday haiku

I seem to be on a roll with the haiku lately...


Porches and front stoops
People perching and talking
Sipping lemonade

Sunday haiku

Midday sun burns hot
Songbirds have fallen silent
I put on my hat


Day 4

Saturday haiku

So much stuff to do
The irony of spring time
Great days to take naps

Didn't get to post this on Saturday because we were traveling.


Day 3

soon

Goose stands on one foot
Waiting for her mate to come
On the wings of spring

Sunday haiku

I have very little practice writing haiku.  No time like the present to get started!

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squirrel tails flicking
acrobats without a net
jumping for bird seed