Today’s prompt: Write a short story or poem about rain.
Rain Delay rain leaked into the House this week, falling faster than we could catch it Rain Dance eventually it let up and the reigning Speaker is dancing Afterparty Cleanup while the rest of us clean up the mess the Grand Old Party left behind
Thanks for reading!
Yours in Haiku,
Connie
I had a doctor appointment today so I wrote a haiku sequence. Also, I don’t have a picture from my appointment so I’m using this 2016 photograph of my husband pretending to be doctor. I believe the character’s name was “Dr. Douche.” Anyway, it’s poem time.
1. i like the light touch of the stethoscope on my chest and back, each tap 2. a gentle chill going to the doctor can be nice if you just... 3. take a deep breath i'm just going to listen to your heart and lungs 4. i overdo it inhale a good five seconds longer than i should 5. and hold it in for far too long before i dra- matically exhale! 6. just breathe in and out he says, breathe normally now i've forgotten how
Thank you for reading my blog. Writing it is as easy as breathing in and out. -Connie
Here’s some haiku poetry about our backyard. I wrote it today because last night I woke to the sounds of screeching raccoons scaling my neighbor’s tree.
Day
a choir of tulips
turns to the sun and opens
wide to sing and shine
Dusk
flowers fold their
fingers neatly
into their laps
Night
close your eyes
disappear
into yourself
3:00 a.m.
raccoons hunt for mice
instead come face to
face with a fox
3:01 a.m.
lungs and eyes
screech and scream as they
scale a tree to safety
3:05 a.m.
fox flees and
the family descends the tree
slower going down than up
3:06 a.m.
i close the window and turn
my back to nature
hide under my pillow
Thanks for reading my blog and / or listening to my podcast. -Connie
Editor’s Note: Haiku is not limited to the 5-7-5 syllable structure.
My son has been sick for the past three days. A poem.
No fever but a sore throat and cough at night which is when it feels the worst mentally for him and me negative test result does little to soothe the soul but hot tea is the remedy for him and me
Thanks for reading my blog. Hope we can share a cup of tea some day! -Connie
It was a beautiful day in Rockford. I know this because I looked out the window once or twice. For the most part, however, my eyes were glued to my manuscript and my buttocks were firmly planted in my seat; the same seat I am sitting in right now.
Connie: Buttocks, don’t be rude. Say hello!
Buttocks: Hellooooo!
Connie: Thank you, Buttocks. Dismissed.
Buttocks are confused and stay put. Connie changes subject.
I hope you like the picture. I took it yesterday at Rock Cut State Park. I’m using it for today’s blog entry because it’s a visual metaphor of my writing. Other than it being a dead tree, I don’t really know what I’m looking at, but I do like its shape and textures.
Writing all day isn’t a new sensation, but there is a special shame that accompanies me when a deadline is involved. That’s because other things get ignored in the process. Things like my chores and hydrating. My children. But the good news is I checked Facebook 14,097 times so at least I’m caught up there.
In case you are wondering what I’m writing: I am sharing scenes 3 and 4 of my full length drama Nothing Could Be Finer Than To Be In Southwest China at Tuesdays@9. I’m introducing a new character, Shan, with these scenes.
I hope you’ve enjoyed the peek into my process (and negligence). I suppose a haiku would have been a more economic approach.
guilt is worse than pain when you spend the day writing buttocks stuck to seat
That’s the long and short of it. Thank you for reading my blog. Inside or out, I hope you had a decent weekend. -Connie
get up! car's coming! white pines stand at attention welcome to rock cut
when in the forest don't look where you are going look everywhere else
on our way home sam said to pull over because the lake had something to say to him. i tried but i couldn't hear anything
when we got home he was holding an aldi bag - they thought "yaye! cheesecake!" but it was a sack of rocks a treat only sam could love
Thanks for reading my nature poems and Happy National Poetry Month! -Connie
tired from last night need to take the garbage out watch me drag my cans
Thanks for reading my poem! Senryu later! -Connie
cotton, wool and fur mingle in the sock drawer cat sleeps at my feet
Thanks for reading my haiku! -Connie
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