Today I decided, after the fact, to learn a little more about the Haiku. After reading Robert D. Wilson's Defining Haiku at Simply Haiku, I feel I understand it a bit better; although, for me it is not easy. According to their homepage, Simply Haiku, from its inception, has been an English language Japanese short form poetry journal.
Leaves hide, (2)
Neath wire chain fencing . . . (5)
For buds. (2)
The first rendering has too many words and too many syllables for a proper English Haiku. The second leaves more room for the reader's interpretation.
- Haiku and Acrostic
Heavy my thoughts,
Leading down darkened byways . . .
Now light of heart.
Light of heart Is the tone of the day, they say. Grey clouds that hovered early Have scattered off in play. Take my heart’s pain away! Ofttimes the worry Forces my eyes to brim. Heavy heart still beating Even with the pain. Around the turn of evening Rush good thoughts again. Taking me to abode of the light of heart.
J. D. Richards Born December 28, 1924 in Whitt, Parker County, Texas Died January 11, 2013 in Weatherford, Parker County, Texas Nine years younger than
his oldest sibling, Iwanda, and fifteen years older than the youngest, Richard
Edwin, J. D. was one of eleven children born to my grandparents, John Robert Richards
and Willie Laura Homsley. I remember when I was
younger (much younger), I would hear or see a plane overhead and cry out, “there’s
Uncle J. D.!” I had no idea whether or not he was a pilot, a navigator, or infantry, but in my childish mind he was flying directly overhead in his sharp
uniform. He told me later that he
had been wounded along with others while in the Pacific. I will research his
military service and place it here for you soon. J. D. suffered from
Alzheimer's disease and his children and all of his nieces and nephews missed
his quick wit and family stories. His daughter, Cathy, told us that he “got his
angel wings” about 8:15 P.M. on Friday evening, January 11, …
Tears slide down her pale wrinkled cheeks Tears that seem hot like tender embers. The memories overwhelm her as her trembling fingers Touch the crimson, indigo, lemon and emerald of the fabrics. Folding and refolding the scraps of her life. Breaking, cracking, shattering the veil of time that
began an eon ago.
Cold white tile greets my shivering body
Stepping over the discarded towel
In the Lilliputian square bath.
The whirring red hot heat of the ceiling fixture
Smooths the chill bumps from my skin.
As I finish with my bath, and warm myself
Under the flare of the burning element
I feel comforted, clean, and free of muscle aches.
The switch is flipped, and the silence and absence
Of heat immediately permeates my senses. Mindful Writing ChallengeJanuary 6, 2013
Acrostic: Saint FrancisSerene country
setting Aside the still
lake, Inspiring beauty. Narcissus nodding
in Tranquility. Fawn and doe Run side by side Around the
water’s edge. Now the morning Crocus lift their
yellow bonnets Inside the yards
of SaintFrancisVillage. Mindful Writing ChallengeJanuary 4, 2013
BOXES Bug-proof them before you tape. Oddities from the past dropped inside. Xtra linens fill the heavy cardboard one. Expensive china plates carefully wrapped before Sending the lot of them on their way. Day One, Tuesday, January 1, 2013Mindful Writing Challenge
Ed & Lorado Missouri "Tommie" Puckett RiedelSister of Edna Puckett Gailey SOURCESPhotograph: Riedel, Ed and Tommie, digital format, original in Edna Puckett Gailey's scrapbook, owned by Judith Richards Shubert. Digital Scrapbook Graphics: Raspberry Road Designs, "Hemingway", <http://raspberryroaddesigns.blogspot.com/> accessed 1 January 2013.