Today's seed: "That's where writing comes in. It is necessary for the survival of my haughty sanity as bread is to my flesh." ~Sylvia Plath, Journals, September, 1951.
My eyes swallow words
My ears swallow even more
gorged, I vomit poems.
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Haiku challenge, day 7
Today's seed: "“We are all dreaming children as we read. And as we write.” ~Tessa Hadley
My Haiku:
You should wake up from
your childlike dream of reading
No, it's too much fun!
My Haiku:
You should wake up from
your childlike dream of reading
No, it's too much fun!
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Haiku Challenge, day 6
Day 6 seed: "Once upon a time there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work. One day he was walking along the shore. As he looked down the beach, he saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself to think of someone who would dance to the dawn. So he began to walk faster to catch up.
As he got closer, he saw that it was a young man and the young man wasn't dancing, but instead he was reaching down to the shore, picking up something and very gently throwing it into the ocean.
As he got closer he called out, 'Good morning! What are you doing?'
The young man paused, looked up and replied, 'Throwing starfish in the ocean.'
'I guess I should have asked, why are you throwing starfish in the ocean?'
'The sun is coming up, and the tide is going out. And if I don't throw them in they'll die.'
'But, young man, don't you realize that there are miles and miles of beach, and starfish all along it. You can't possibly make a difference!'
The young man listened politely. Then bent down, picked another starfish and threw it into the sea, past the breaking waves and said, 'It made a difference for that one.' " ~Author Unknown
My haiku:
How does one clean all
The grains of sand on a beach?
One grain at a time.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Haiku Challenge, day 4 & 5
I missed day 4 for no reason. I will do 2 haiku today:
Day 4's seed:
"Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?" ~Frida Kahlo
Haiku:
My wings now fail me.
Feet, I need you now to move.
atrophe's a bitch
Day 5's seed:
"This we know, the earth does not belong to man - man belongs to the earth.
All things are connected - whatever befalls the earth, befalls the sons of the earth.
Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it- whatever he does to the web, he does to himself!" ~Chief Seattle
What is climate change?
The planet has a fever.
We are the disease.
Day 4's seed:
"Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?" ~Frida Kahlo
Haiku:
My wings now fail me.
Feet, I need you now to move.
atrophe's a bitch
Day 5's seed:
"This we know, the earth does not belong to man - man belongs to the earth.
All things are connected - whatever befalls the earth, befalls the sons of the earth.
Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it- whatever he does to the web, he does to himself!" ~Chief Seattle
What is climate change?
The planet has a fever.
We are the disease.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Haiku challenge, day 3
The seed today: "If I keep a green bough in my heart, the singing bird will come.":
My haiku:
my green bough inside
shudders under your presence
the singing bird flys
My haiku:
my green bough inside
shudders under your presence
the singing bird flys
Monday, July 1, 2013
July Haiku challenge, day 2
Today's quote:
"This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. "
~Juliet in Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene 2, Shakespeare
My haiku:
Busting a flower
Isn't really romantic.
The blood is icky.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
July Haiku challenge
I've decided to take this haiku challenge for the month of July. So, I just have to find an image here, and then use it to create a haiku.
The first seed was, this quote “Looking at a rainbow is a very personal experience, as even someone standing close to you is actually seeing a rainbow created by a different set of raindrops.”
My haiku:
If you beat him hard,
A leprechaun will shit gold
under the rainbow.
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