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A place to share my little poems, haiku, tanka, than bauk, 24 Syllable, etc |
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Created: March 29th, 2018 at 1:30am
Modified: May 7th, 2022 at 2:47pm
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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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2019 #17
Ooo la', Mardi Gras,
booze, beads, bare breasts, and bongos,
tomorrow we fast
~~jvg |
February 28, 2019 at 12:00pm
February 28, 2019 at 12:00pm
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2019 #16
Spring's honeysuckle
cascades slatted bamboo fence
small brown bird gives nod
~~jvg
Notes ▼
haiku
prompt: photo of honeysuckle encroaching on a bamboo fence with small bird on the ground in the forefront.
written for:
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February 7, 2019 at 2:33pm
February 7, 2019 at 2:33pm
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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
February 2, 2019 at 11:31am
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There's no time to prate about,
twenty four syllable verse
sometimes sounds terse,
though efficient through out.
~~jvg
Notes: ▼
4 Lines
Prompt: "prate" - talk foolishly or at tedious length about something.
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February 1, 2019 at 11:53pm
February 1, 2019 at 11:53pm
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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
January 22, 2019 at 4:42pm
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Tidying
Nascence of KonMari
has me sitting on the floor
talking to my clothes.
"Spark my joy
or goodbye".
~~jvg
Notes ▼24 syllables
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KonMari is an emerging organizational program sparked by a book, "Spark Joy" by Marie Kondo, a minimalist tidying routine that starts with all items of your clothing being heaped on the floor. Then you take each item, hold it and decide whether or not it sparks joy. If so, you keep it and return it to its proper place, if not you thank it for its service and either donate it or discard it. I did this 2 years ago and cleared bags of clothing from my closets and drawers. I am doing it again and amazingly I already have a full garbage bag to donate elsewhere and I've only just begun. Note: the KonMari laundry folding and storing technique is really great. I've used it for 2 years and when I open a drawer I can see and identify every item in it, making selection very simple. Where was this when I was raising my child? At least I have introduced my grandchildren to it and they don't want their Mom to put their clothes away because she doesn't do it right. |
January 19, 2019 at 4:15pm
January 19, 2019 at 4:15pm
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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
Notes: ▼24 syllables
5 Lines
Norse Mythology: Baldar god of the light was indestructible. The lessor gods would target practice throwing darts and spears at Baldar and he would be unscathed. His only weakness was mistletoe. Loki the trickster god, hated Baldar and tricked Baldar's blind brother Hod into throwing a dart to which Loki had tied mistletoe. Loki guided Hod's hand and the poison dart struck Baldar, killing the light.
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January 9, 2019 at 6:49am
January 9, 2019 at 6:49am
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Maverick,
sea green and frothy,
surges upward,
ineffable as it hangs . . .
then tumbles to shore.
~~jvg
Notes: ▼5 Lines
24 syllables
Prompt: ineffable
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January 4, 2019 at 5:25pm
January 4, 2019 at 5:25pm
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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
Notes: ▼3 Lines
Sijo
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