August 22, 2017

Haiku Sticky #423

In the public library world, no one EVER AGAIN wants to hear the question, "Do you have eclipse glasses?"

I hope everyone survived yesterday's eclipse with their vision intact. I do have my doubts, though, after hearing some of the misconceptions people had about viewing the eclipse. With any luck, they did a little research first before going outside. I'll leave it at that.

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

August 20, 2017

August 18, 2017

Poetry Friday--"Sweet August"

I wrote this poem back in the cold days of February as part of a Laura Shovan's yearly February daily writing challenge. We were required to use these words taken from an article on women writers:
Unicorn
Cabin
Glut
Cousin
Fever
Sing
Kitchen
Flee
Peach
Sour
Bonus: refuge

The poem is much better suited to today, and, its illustration, makes me drool!

I don't come from a large extended family such as the one in this poem, but, I've read a lot, and I have an imagination!


© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. I took the photo a few years back, cropped it, and enhanced the color a bit. But, even without the enhancement, the peaches were mouthwatering.

Text:

Sweet August

Outside, Gran's cabin
a glut of cousins
some real, others
of the kissin' type.

Inside, bodies
crammed peeling
and cooking ripe
peaches for jam.

All fevered with
the heat and smells
of each other and
the steaming kitchen.

Sour dispositions
were made affable
by the young ones'
tales of unicorns

and the old ones'
fervent singing:
"Let thy grace
my refuge be..."

It was August
and it was sweet.

A Journey through the Pages is hosting this week's Poetry Friday Round-Up.

August 15, 2017

Haiku Sticky #422


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Text:

streets now cleared
...protest footage still on
an endless loop

August 13, 2017

Happy Haiga Day!

On Friday Irene Latham posted a swap poem she had received from Margaret Simon. Irene explained, "Margaret's poem was from a prompt in THE PRACTICE OF POETRY by Robin Behn and Chase Twichell to use a Greek Philosopher's quote as an epigraph."

You should definitely read Margaret's poem, which in turn inspired a poem by Irene. Irene concluded her post with this, "Anyone else want to write a poem inspired by a Greek philosopher?"

How could I resist the invitation?

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Text:

Outdoor Café

The things you really need are few and easy to come by; but the things you can imagine you need are infinite, and you will never be satisfied.
~ Epicurus

outdoor café
nectar sipped from
a flute

though the air
is clear, warm, and perfumed
notes are taken
--would we also bother
to record number of sips?

bees and daisies
printed on the tablecloth
...no one looks up

August 11, 2017

Poetry Friday--"In Nature"

Last Friday, Carol Varsalona posted a poem she had written based upon ten words selected from an article on the benefits to children of being out in nature. The article comes from the Center for Parenting Information.

I have also taken up the challenge of writing a poem from the ten words selected from the article:

  • children
  • creative
  • curiosity
  • explore
  • listening
  • nature
  • outdoors
  • relaxation
  • senses
  • stewardship



  • I ended up with a sequence of haiku. I used all the words (or a variant of the words) except for "listening." I used "to hear" in its place, which is arguably different, but close enough.


    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

    Text:

    In Nature

    walk in the woods
    all senses a-tingle
    ...so ready

    curiosity
    enhanced by exploration
    ...children defined

    outdoors...
    creation of creatures
    from clouds

    noticing stewards:
    chipmunk drops an acorn
    purple finch poops

    late afternoon
    quiet enough to hear
    the quiet

    relaxation...
    how easily anxiety
    capitulates


    Visit Margaret at Reflections on the Teche for this week's Round-Up. You'll be glad you did!


    August 8, 2017

    Haiku Sticky #421

    I had a bit of fun playing with my shadow the other day!


    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

    Text:

    my legs
    so long and lean
    afternoon shadows