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There is no theme this week. I have to admit, of the challenges, I thought this one would be the most difficult. And, really, I think it is! No worries, challenges are the spice of life. I'm feeling numb, overwhelmed, out of sorts, and some other things I can't quite identify. But that is no reason not to roll some haiku. I decided, before the thing got away, to just roll a couple right there and then, the second or third time I visited. Here they are:
Winter's cold brings blues.
A hunger for sun and shine-
Yet way too hot, ugh?!?
A hunger for sun and shine-
Yet way too hot, ugh?!?
Green seedlings grow well.
Their scent and playfulness please-
Funtabulous food.
Funtabulous food.
Uhrm, right. For my own purposes but happily for others, here is the link to the contest. Thanks for hosting CoreyJo.
I would like to create a few more. The thing is to pick a subject or topic that really means something to me. Then I need to decide whether to make it straightforward, keep my little secrets if a few of you might be able to read right through, make the thing broadly knowable, and then whether to do something that contrasts with itself, or boosts the meaning. So much in so few words. Hmm? The progenitor of tweets?
Born of a reckless
nature, of things here and there.
Bastard!- But loved.
A woman loving.
She knew everything, good, bad.
Changed diapers.
Crazy, female, mom.
Call her what you will, I do!
Blessed, worthy, good.
Here's your haiku post!
ReplyDelete1. Way too hot .. Ugh .. Truth!
2. I still love your ode ku to your seedling babies now. Are you planning to make a hot sauce with your peppers? I love a good truly hot sauce myself.
3. The meaning might be clear, might not, hellboy. Enigmatic it is for sure.
4. Och, now being the mother of sons myself, I find this very sweet. I'm sure your mother is a remarkable woman. :-)
I see you have some of your dark music posted below. I might have to be back to listen to those later. Be well ..
2. Yes. I found a good habanero sauce recipe. Calls for, roughly, a bunch - 4:1:1:1:2, habanero; Tai; Serrano; Jalapeno;dried habanero + vinegar very much to taste, I don't prefer highly vinegary hot sauces, usually. I'll be putting up the recipe again soon. This is my first ever garden year. I went with habanero, but have found that to only be a medium. Next year I am adding ghost peppers to the lineup. I want some warmth, dang it!
ReplyDelete3. Almost a slight hint of a ghost of a grin. Happy, sad, sly, I can't say. Not even I know, or always. If I had to guess, smatterings and odd little mixes, with ripples of pain and sadness on the surface of the deeper end of the pool.
4. and 5. Yep. She is awesome. I didn't, and still go through phases where I don't, appreciate her. What men, especially ones that are rolled tight, expect from the world, especially from women who just don't work in the same paradigm... Ah, but I have learned much. She is valued, and knows it. One of the most loving, stray adopting, females I know. Both my brother and myself were adopted. And she had to do a lot of work with me when young. They thought I had no hips joints, or something, so a year of exercising, and I was covered in scale when she brought me home. It took her a month or three to clean me up. A force of nature too. What she does at 70 is what many women gave up trying to do in their 30's. No joke.
Doom:
ReplyDeleteLOVE the first one, and the rest gave me great grin.
I think you a poet, but what do I know...
Rafa
I'm glad you enjoyed. It's fun to do a small dance with words, thoughts, pictures. Haiku is like working with mental miniatures. Even better to have it appreciated.
ReplyDeleteAs for me being a poet? Trust your instinct. If you say someone is a poet, they are. Easy as pie and true. Just know some poets are grumpy... well... sometimes. For no good reason either, if that isn't a requirement.