It’s Haiku Friday again. For the past twenty years or so, it has been my practice to write one haiku every day. Every Friday I share a haiku here, about whatever topic I happen to choose. I invite you to write a haiku on this topic too, and share it with me and the readers of this blog. Just write it in the Comments below. The only rules are: 1) your haiku must be about the named topic; 2) you must follow the 5-7-5 syllable format; 3) no obscenities or hate (I will delete those). That’s it.
At the end of each month I’ll gather up the haikus in the “Haiku Comments” that meet the criteria and pick one at random in a drawing, and send the winner of the drawing one of my e-books: your choice of “Haiku for the Seasons I”, or “Haiku for the Seasons II.”
Today’s topic is “CHANGE” Here is my haiku:
the earth’s been remodeling
and its not done yet
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from bud to flower
to wind blown petals and leaves
wilting on the ground
this morning I paused
to stare back the stranger
caught in the mirror
A one dollar bill
she gave me the candy cane
and thirty two cents.
You reminded me on Facebook and here I am. Also wanted to remind you of this:
Hope you’ll drop by for about 8 minutes of poetry. Lillian Brummet’s AuthosRead radio program, 9 am (pacific) today. http://bit.ly/BTySs
A chance to explore opportunities for yourself, too.
And here’s my haiku though it doesn’t follow the rules strictly:
Looking: The Critical Me.
#1
Clothes unmake the man.
I turn away, my looking
an insult he might observe.
#2
Tall, power suited,
silver at his temples. Oh!
but the gummed-sole shoes.
#3
No fashionista.
Versace chains in chest hair.
Did he see me look?
#4
Pants pulled up to here.
Tweedle Dum at eighty-eight
–audience or show?
#5
This millennium
huggers, cheesecloth, cheap-o skirts.
No Dior in sight.
#6
Lotus-fannies full,
butt crease between lily pads
above their hipbands.
#6
See-through Christmas gift.
Eighth grade guys can see my bra.
Mom made me wear it.
#7
Innocent children
nurtured on playground asphalt
cry out Camel Toes!
#8.
LA’s fashion week.
Critical eyes everywhere
but the clothes for sale.
#9
The new thong. Slingshot.
Rawhide rides between one’s butt
All for fashion’s cause.
we have turned away
we no longer remember
the love we once gave