Monthly Archives: June 2017

Divagate – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku

It’s Friday and time to learn a new word and use it in a Haiku. Though I must admit that the 5/7/5 verses that I come up with are not “true” haiku. By definition, a Haiku is “a Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five, traditionally evoking images of the natural world.”

There have been a few words of the day that had something to do with nature. Although I do strive to maintain the form and the “in the moment” impression and “ah-ha” revelation aspect in each Haiku I write. And I might add that I am not Japanese. At least that’s what my DNA tells me….

This piece, though, and my other Friday forays might better be defined as a “Haibun”. Defined as “haikai writings, a prosimetric literary form originating in Japan, combining prose and haiku. The range of haibun is broad and frequently includes autobiography, diary, essay, prose poem, short story and travel journal.” (from Wikipedia)

Ah, but, I divagate, pronounced dahy-vuh-geyt not ‘dee-vuh-geyt’ as you might be tempted to say it, today’s word of the day at Although the word “diva” is hard to miss in the first part of this word, its etymology will clarify everything for you. First used late 16th century: from Latin divagat- ‘wandered around,’ from the verb divagari, from di- ‘widely’ + vagari ‘wander.’ (from google under ‘divagate etymology’)

So you see, divagate is not ‘diva+gate’ (sounds like a beauty pageant fiasco, doesn’t it?! 😉), but rather it is ‘di-vagate’ which accounts for its unique pronunciation.

And finally, what does all this mean? I’m glad you asked! According to Divagate means “to wander; stray, or to digress in speech.”

Does the fact that someone is prone to divagate make them a diva? Perhaps. If only to illustrate that said divagator likes to hear themselves talk while demanding that everyone around them listen with rapt attention to their gibberish!

But alas, there I go divagating again. I have been accused of this before, not because I am a diva mind you. Blame it on a short attention span and my tendency to become easily distracted. 😜

And if you have read this far, the very least I can do is reward you with a Haiku or two, the part two of this haibun, which I learned is also Japanese…which I am not…😊

Have a great weekend…and for my US friends, enjoy your Independence…4th of July Celebration Day…emphasis on “independence” while it lasts!!! 😳

one hundred forty
divagating tweeted blips,
known also, as spin

follow if you can
divagators who drivel
look! a butterfly!


The Lagger

Photo by © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

There was one in every tour group. The “laggers”, he called them. They were the most lucrative marks, Mortie had found, willing to surrender everything of value. After years of working the streets, he was something of a legend.

He and his partner waited in the shadows until the others turned the corner. It would be a textbook block and bump. Easy.

Mortie approached the woman, feigning distress.

She didn’t respond. Instead, Officer Jillian Reed flashed a badge and pistol, “Stop! You’re under arrest!”

In seconds they were surrounded.

“Jillie?” Mortie cried.

“Busted, Uncle Mort. It’s high time you retired.”

(100 Words)

For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Story Challenge based on her own photo pictured above.

Forever Bound

For Sacha’s “In 52 Words” challenge. This week’s prompt to tell the story of why the room pictured here is empty. But here’s the thing, it is not empty. At least not for Lara…

Photo from Pinterest

Lara was forever bound to this place, condemned, inhabitable, its walls blistering from having witnessed unspeakable atrocities.

The sight of her gray, lifeless eyes, limbs tied with rope to a four-poster, haunted those who found her there.

In life, she had always loved this room. Some souls find heaven in hell’s corridors.

(52 Words, No More, No Less)

Inverse Illusions 

mirrors woo the vain
from obsidian to glass
illusions inversed


For Haiku Horizons Challenge inspired by the prompt word Mirror. 

Ecstasy’s Perfume

rose in ecstasy 
beautiful from bud to bloom
weeps perfume when crushed


For TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge inspired by the prompt words, perfume & joy (ecstasy).

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