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December 6, 2013

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Fairy Ball Fibonacci Poem

Shh!

Hide,

Fairies!

Hold fans high

Pretend we’re cabbage,

Think ornamental vegetable!

No more chorus line once music stops and fae-folk hide.

Slowly, as night dons its purple, starry cloak, the fae ball resumes, with pipe, fife and song.

Note: A Fibonacci Poem is one in which each succeeding line is equal in syllable length to the syllable length of the preceding two lines added together, or one, one, two, three, five, eight, thirteen, twenty-one, thirty-four, etc.

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December 5, 2013

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Frosty Sparkles Haiku

temperatures drop

white sparkles rim grass and leaf

frost vipers circle

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December 2, 2013

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Reflections Haībun

Too often, I look only for myself in reflections. I let the eyes of my friends and family tell me who I am. I check my hair or clothes in mirrors, critically noting imperfections, thinking about who I am on the surface.

Then a magical moment happened, standing on a bridge, water flowing musically below. My down coat was tightly zipped against the chill. Leaf mold scent mingled with the fragrance of coming snow. I looked down, and I didn’t see myself at all. Instead I saw the whole world reflected there, sky, clouds, trees, birds. My own self-critical thoughts stilled, and I heard the trees give windy sighs, their summer burdens discarded, in the embrace of winter dreams.

burdens lift away
self lost in the larger world
beauty calms, renews

Inspired by the weekly Haībun challenge, with the prompt of water.

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November 29, 2013

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Beautiful Berries Haiku

heavy jeweled branches

offerings for the fairies

delightful berries

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November 26, 2013

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Sun Setting on Autumn Haiku

stormswept hillside bare
autumn sun setting due west
limbs touch namaste

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November 26, 2013

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Letters from Japan Haībun

Used Courtesy of ArtifactsandFictions

Dear Joanie,

I arrived safely, and my company has given me a nice hotel. It’s fall here, too. I should be home soon. Take care of mommy.

Love, Daddy

father gone too long
black marks on paper not enough
leaves falling slowly

Dear Joanie,

I hiked high up a mountain Saturday in the morning mist. The mist receded before me, always out of reach. My contract has been extended, and I will be here at least another month. I miss you. Will you please write me more often?

Hugs, Daddy

mother sad and still
sitting by the cold window
white snow blowing past

Dear Joanie,

My heart is with you, but I have to stay a little longer. The temple bells wake me in the morning. I’m working long hours to return home to you. Tell your mother I love her.

Fondly, Daddy

cold empty playground
wind singing and swaying swings
dad played soccer here

Dear Joanie,

I so appreciated the photographs and book you and Mommy sent for my birthday. It lightened by heart, just as the sun is warming the ground and calling forth buds. My project is finally finished! I will be home in a week after a few more meetings!

Love, Daddy

sunshine glints brightly
ocean waves beat against stone
Japan behind mists

Dear Joanie,

Thanks for your joyful letter. I’m so happy spring has arrived. Here, the trees have leafed up, too, and the grasslands wave in the mountain breezes. The air is fresh, and smells of flowers. The final meetings took longer than I thought. One more week, and I will be home. Here is a picture of the view from my window. I think of you every day.

I love you and miss you, Daddy

heron rose from reeds
salt marsh seagulls call hello
sun sets on absence

Prepared from art by Suzanne and inspired by the Haībun weekly prompt. Also written for the DPChallenge, which I have never tried before. Although I write haiku, I have never paired them with a letter-writing prose style, so this was a departure for me. I’m writing all five haiku in one go because: Thanksgiving and Hanukkah and Blogging, oh, my!

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November 21, 2013

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Transformation Haiku

leaves nearly all down
limbs catch stars like fireflies
ermine cloak coming

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November 20, 2013

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By&4Kids, Tales for Kids of All Ages

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Swinging

We need to hear young voices. I hope you enjoy this view of the world from a very young voice.

A Poem by A.H., age 4

When I’m swinging,
I’m bigger than Mommy and Daddy.
I’m bigger than the trees.
I’m bigger than the wood chips
And the playground.
I’m bigger than everything.

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November 19, 2013

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[Ian] Pine Cone

Here’s a new friend, publishing magical poems coupled with adorable photographs. Hope you like this little gem as much as I do!! Have a terrific Tuesday!! Brenda

A Photo and its haiku (Almost) Every day