Haiku for the week: 08/29/14 – 09-/05/14

Once we walked into September, its sudden portal gave us autumnal mildness we couldn’t quite trust. We wander as if we’d always worn layers, furtively comparing our ruse with our neighbors’ purposeful strides down enleafed sidewalks. The heat bugs (whose sirens drown the crowded cricket chorus) will  give their two weeks’ notice once these freshly polished saturated colors fade with dust and wear.

08/29/14 for a freind who asked if illness was her way to avoid joy:
to cautious, to keep,
to duck joy’s roughhousing ways
to trust ones’ guts’ truths

08/31/14
Snug as wombs we coiled
lapping at each other’s fires,
nestled deep within

this cove of tramped-down
wheat stalks-helixed crop circles
of our own heelings.

You taught me to pluck
fat kernels, kneading warm grains
to bread in our mouths.

09/01/14
crisp apple air spans
aqua-tinted metal skies,
glinting cricket trills

summer’s scatterings
sift gravel road dust over
straw scented leaf drifts

spider silk stitches
your greenery together,
plucked of ripe peaches

09/02/14
as I dug in dirt
for miracles with a stick;
eagle-winged sun rose

09/03/14
dreamt of AROHO;
playful ritual and joy -
my heart brought me home

09/05/14
hunger sucks inward
belly-button to backside
head-clearing focus

 

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Haiku of the weeks 08/16/14 – 08/28/14

These past two weeks (and their resulting poems) have been full of promise and fear; sort of like a caffeine overdose – jittery exciting and wearisome all at once. Instantaneous furious flurries of anticipation  flushed with hope are hummingbirds that swoop in,lively thrumming, feed and speed away. I’ve been pendulummed between that glitter-eyed giddiness and it’s flip side, the anxious exhaustion of analytic dream-squashing pessimistic realism. I will be doing so until some of these unknowns begin to manifest themselves.

The good news is no knee surgery is required; the bad news is, there’s no fixing it until it’s so bad it needs replaced, and insurance is done with PT for this year so we’ll just have see how much activity I can tolerate. The good news is the offer was accepted on a new house; the bad news is, ours hasn’t yet sold; the good news is we can fix it up; the bad news is we’re tired of staying up late working on it; the good news is the guy can come refinish our hardwood floors this week; the bad news is it’s taking twice as long and we’re homeless in the meanwhile…

Oh, I suppose stability would become irritatingly boring after a while…but I think I’d be willing to give it a try at this point!

08/16/14
caterpillars must
become defensive to first
raise their cocoon walls;

to squeeze rubbered lungs
into tight, glossy segments,
stretch growing-pained limbs;

to shift from plodding
chewing to nectar-licking;
from plant death to sex.

08/17/14
what if I treated my soul like my house plant?

wilted, thirsty leaves
wait patiently for me to
save my captives’ lives

08/18/14
empty window creaks,
plucks my soul, syncopating
my inner clamor

08/19/14
smooth haiku chortles
as it’s smoked thru hookah pipes
shared amongst us all

08/20/14
eyes enfleshed, focus;
we’ll exhale through our pupils,
soften our gazes

our lungs are redwoods;
rootings gnarled towards vast skies
large enough to live

“now” finds us enoughed;
if we could only stay here -
soft, strong, and enlarged

08/21/14
wan skies seep towards earth:
the scent of destiny wafts
like cottonwood fluff

floats upward/away
just how glitter disperses
when we shake the globe

08/23/14
country yard work

snapped twigs twang loam-some
sorted/sordid pasts become
trailering piles

08/23/14
second verse

dumped in a shiny
pickup as skittering sticks
lift like strands of hair

08/25/14
perhaps we were birds
cooing and preening on lines
in between our flights

08/25/14 reprise
what if, like cheetahs,
we had only enough sprints
to eat for today?

08/27/14
husked, heavy-eyed,
hurtled hurried urgency
recedes – fatigued

08/28/14
drippy clouds plastered
to blurred distances came loose;
(unfastening time)

cast their barbed hooks on
boulders we’d hoarded; stacks of
dark, crawdad regrets -

pebbles once skipped
across skybound reflections
from those ancient heights

now ruminated,
they plunk like lost tooth anchors
swallowed, rippleless

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Haiku for the week 08/09/14 – 08/14/14

I have rolled my eyes at myself a lot this week, annoyed with my surliness and irritated with my reluctance to write…to do physical therapy on my much maligned knee…how my internal warfare parallels that in the world, so much unnecessary harm in Isreal-Gaza, in LA and Ferguson, Robin Williams…excuse my funk, but I think it’s warranted…

08/09/14
swaying peaches hum,
radiantly enfleshing
febrile sunsets

08/11/14
gnats in ointment, pea
among mattresses – pathways
to resilience

08/12/14 Upon seeing his long lost daughters
gap mouthed, glassy-eyed:
enamored by his ideas
of us, us as his

08/13/14
jet’s scissoring lines
feather chemtrail delusions,
streaks of certainty

08/14/14 apparently
zithering insects
slash unarmed black youth, either
so easy to kill

It’s been a long week, let’s hope things ease up a bit!

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Haiku for the week 08/01/14 – 08/08/14

Those thick-tongued days of deep summer make silvery strands of insight tough to snag, even on my calloused fingertips. These haiku attempt meditation through immersion in setting:

08/01/14
yellowed cottonwood:
Septemberings reddening
August’s early fall

weedy fur scruff wears
thin on sandy bluffs, wind burnt
whiskers shimmer heat

white yucca buds now
spear black stalks of swollen pods;
these thin nights linger

08/04/14
larkadaisical
twitterings thresh the sky,
gristing haiku mills

Other images this week were hauntings from old wounds of mine and old wars among others:

08/02/14
A damaged child’s
chimeraed soul: pain and play
in equal extremes

08/05/14
uneasy; raw with
shallow anticipated
held-breathed awkwardness

08/06/14
who else will if we
won’t tilt that small chin to ours
smiling with wet eyes?

and then here, finally, a reflection them both, nature and pain, and on how the world itself provides some measure of comfort:

08/08/14
dawn’s mystic fingers
skim our murky, chlorophylled
souls, ripening hope

for 08/07/14 (written 08/08/14)
moon’s primal soaring
lights gleaming worry stones in
dark backyard pockets

 

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Haiku for the week: 07/26/14 – 07/31/14

And a part of me wants to explain that I love living in the prairie, how the sky feels taller there and how the weeds have familiar, childhood names like foxtail and clover. And although it is tedious to drive for hours through it, the horizontal landscape is safe and snug, I tug it up over my shoulder and take a nap.

07/27/14
this hilly land tilts,
dottering down encropped grounds-
layered planes of grains

I also have a need to announce that this family reunion I drove through the Midwest for was so very welcoming and nostalgic and filling and other things that are unnameable though immeasurably pleasant and belongingful…yet it also shifted things within that I had long thought were stacked neatly away. That damn growth…it’s harbingers are discomfort and danger.

for 07/28/14 (written on 07/29/14)
liquid silence bleeds
lungward, surges statickly
into word bubbles

07/29/14
A squinch of perfume,
hairspray, jingling keychains…
you’d leave – ceilings shrank.

07/30/14
how scents swoop in like
bats from the past, flashbacking
inner eyelids dark.

07/31/14
you still haunt me, leave
red nails pincering earflesh…
I waken, wincing

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Haiku for the week: 07/18/14 – 07/25/14

So the good news is that I’ll get to keep my leg…

I really feel like I need that kind of melodrama to maintain my perspective in this summer’s ongoing saga between my left knee and me. (spoiler alert, It wins). I’ll know for sure tomorrow if it’s more physical therapy or another surgery (whee!!!) so tuning inward and filtering my thoughts past this betrayal body hasn’t been my first priority. But I’ve still written – imagining myself into the world again, looking out the windows at life going on around me and trying to stay enchanted with it all…

07/18/14
eucharistic hosts
(flat discs in the x-ray films:
hovering knee caps)

floating in mid-air:
dislocated potentials
(suspended like faith)

07/19/14
a pair of black-winged
triangles cartwheel the trees,
drunk on fresh-cut grass

07/20/14
(veined leaves) fingertips
open palmed and seeking sun
(edged in red from its light)

07/22/14
filament fragments
stretch longingly, haunting
doorways: webs unslung

07/23/14
love; an unclaimed bruise.
no memory of the pain
though damage was done

for 07/24/14 driving through Iowa
Queen Anne’s lace dainties
cornfield fringes of gingham
yellow vetch meadows

07/25/14
tree-limbed mosh-pit swerves
wind-whipt; lightening strobed stage-lit
stormy live music

 

You should probably take a brief moment of reflection now, and thank your left knee for all it does for you – even when it doesn’t do it well, because (after all) it could be worse. Right?

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Haiku for the week: 07/11/14 – 07/17/14

The grasshoppers are voracious…I’m not sure what makes them so persistent or ubiquitous, but there you have it. The week in haiku began and ended with the boogers chewing up leaves, irritating me and my happy garden hopes…upon reflection, this week’s haiku are a smidge pessimistic – I’ll have to blame those pests.

07/12/14
grasshoppers slingshot
from pock-marked greenery as
I brush past, mourning

07/13/14
no blood-guttered streets,
no locusts belie my plague:
leavability

07/14/14
and when the day stills,
squat sun spills off the pages,
writes her own ending

07/15/14
pink taffied skies
throb olive-pined abrasive
just before dawn

A fellow member of a facebook group of haiku writers posted a poem about a Freudian slip. It was elegant and and concise. While mine isn’t necessarily either of those things…it was inspired by actual events:

07/16/14 when we asked the art major about her college sports team
my daughter said she
didn’t care, then gasped, “I meant
I don’t know…must’ve

been a Freudian
sleep” she gasped again and laughed,
“I may be tired”.

07/17/14
stability of
tripods: irrefutable.
why have just two legs?

why would we have discarded
our primal, prehensile tails?

(written 07/17/14 for 7/11/14)
for now, it is rain
drops, not grasshoppers, that ping,
unnerving the leaves.

So, I’m not willing to spray the grasshoppers or anything. They are an ephemeral, if not annoying, malady. Like most things, they will be outlived. My best to you and yours – may your life this week be substantially more resistant to grasshoppers (figurative or actual) than mine!

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment