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Little Poems - Haiku - Tanka - Etc

by Tinker

Rated: E · Book · Writing · #2153754

A place to share my little poems, haiku, tanka, than bauk, 24 Syllable, etc

birth and death
of a moment
haiku
~~jvg:

Signature image for Honorable Mentions for 2017 Quill Awards

Editor's Pick eyestar's June 28, 2018 Newsletter Fukuda Chiyo-ni: Woman Haiku Master

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10 Most Recent Blog Comments:

Debi Wharton

Jan 20, 2020 at 6:57pm
In response to "Words In Line"

Nicely done, I wished I had your talent to write poetry.

1 Like

Debi Wharton

Jan 18, 2020 at 5:06pm
In response to "Fur Play"

This is beautiful!

1 Like

Roseille ♥

Nov 9, 2019 at 10:08pm
In response to "After the Storm"

A powerful poem in 25 words or less!

1 Like

Lostwordsmith

Oct 27, 2019 at 12:52pm
In response to "Mandatory Evacuation"

Oh, how awful. My heart goes out to you and I hope that your home will be safe.

🌕 HuntersMoon

May 26, 2019 at 11:32pm
In response to "Haiku 2019 #23 "

How alliterative of you... 😂 🤣. Fun and fabulous!

Tinker

Jan 23, 2019 at 1:15am
In response to "Tidying"

Thank you, KonMari has certainly enhanced my life. But it is an ongoing process. It has to be revisited every once in a while. ~~ Tink

Krista of House Mormont

Jan 22, 2019 at 11:49pm
In response to "Tidying"

I love this so much! (Both Kon Mari & the poem!)

🌕 HuntersMoon

Jan 1, 2019 at 10:36am
In response to "Soldier's Bride"

Hey Tink

Nicely done. Being a retired soldier, this one carries a lot of emotion for me as I think back to the years of family separation my family endured.

Ken

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Tinker

Jul 18, 2018 at 1:36am
In response to "5 Year Chip"

I had read the prompt right before leaving for the office. The word was in my head when I pulled out of the driveway and a man was standing down the road with a paint roller in his hand. As I approached he waved me down and I recognized him as the middle son of my late best friend. He is in his 50s now but I've known him since he was 5 and pretty much helped raised him. In his 20s he got into heavily into drugs, was in and out of jail and actually spent some time in prison. He would clean up and stop in and see me occasionally then he was off again. He has now been sort of clean for probably 10 years maybe a little more. However he legally has grown marijuana for "medicinal purposes" most of those years. But he is off the hard stuff and has held down a couple of jobs and does handy man stuff for the locals. He just wanted to say hi and said that while he was painting the house down the road he noticed the gutter at the back of my house was coming loose and he wanted to let me know he would fix it for me today before he went home. I'm all he has left of his mother and we were always close. Once I came home from the office and he was in my house cooking an abalone dinner for me from his dive that morning. Anyway to make this very long story short, the poem challenge was in my head, then he was in my head the rest of the way to the office. Reminded of his long struggle with drugs it was nice to see him look healthy and productive, triumphant!

I just had to write the poem down when I got to the office and then trim it up a bit. I first used "junkie" in stead of "addict". But the words actually have different connotations and addict could refer to anything. Being the daughter of an alcoholic, drugs and alcohol were never options for me either.

~~ Tink

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🌕 HuntersMoon

Jul 17, 2018 at 11:49pm
In response to "5 Year Chip"

I hear ya! 😀 (Mine isn't drugs or alcohol but once an addict always an addict)

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March 6, 2019 at 9:24am

#953803

Ash Wednesday March 6, 2019

019 #18 Ash Wednesday

“ashes to ashes,
dust to dust”*, life is too short,
examine intent
~~jvg

*Book of Common Prayer, Burial of the Dead, pg. 333

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March 5, 2019 at 11:21pm

#953787

Mardi Gras - March 5, 2019 #17

2019 #17

Ooo la', Mardi Gras,
booze, beads, bare breasts, and bongos,
tomorrow we fast
~~jvg

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February 28, 2019 at 12:00pm

#953376

2019 #16 honeysuckle cascade

2019 #16

Spring's honeysuckle
cascades slatted bamboo fence
small brown bird gives nod
~~jvg

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February 7, 2019 at 2:33pm

#951413

haiku 2019 #6 and #7

2019 #6

today's Tuesday
begins with snow on the ground
my toes are cold
~~jvg

2019 #7

weaky Wednesday
with waking sun shining through,
yesterday's snow, gone
~~jvg

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February 2, 2019 at 11:31am

#950975

No Loitering

There's no time to prate about,
twenty four syllable verse
sometimes sounds terse,
though efficient through out.
~~jvg

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February 1, 2019 at 11:53pm

#950953

Wild Fields of Ireland

lights go low
the rise and fall of violins surrounds us
on the big screen the wild fields of Ireland
blades of green populated by delicate lavender blooms
a child’s voice sings
~~ Judi Van Gorder

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January 22, 2019 at 4:42pm

#950234

Tidying

Tidying

Nascence of KonMari
has me sitting on the floor
talking to my clothes.
"Spark my joy
or goodbye".
~~jvg

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January 19, 2019 at 4:15pm

#950009

Loki's Game

Loki's impish game
extinguished the Norse Light
with the kiss of death
tied to the tip
of Blind Hod's dart.
~~Judi Van Gorder

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January 9, 2019 at 6:49am

#949248

Maverick

Maverick,
sea green and frothy,
surges upward,
ineffable as it hangs . . .
then tumbles to shore.
~~jvg

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January 4, 2019 at 5:25pm

#948892

Old Flame Flickered

Old Flame Flickered

Who could know we would meet now, decades had travelled passed.
Old boyfriend, shopping a quote, walked right in, sat at my desk.
He said his name, fifty nine years of change, he knew me not, but I knew.
~~Judi Van Gorder

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