Beautiful treasures
Collect dust in our cupboards
As if things matter.
kat ~ 15 March 2016
A Haiku for TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge based on the prompt word: Cupboard. Read other haiku or ener your own HERE.
Joker Smile & Plan B
A few Haiku for RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge based on the prompt word “Lift” & “Plan”. For more information click HERE.
In her vanity
She planned a simple face lift
Not a “joker” smile.
Always have a plan
Even if it’s called Plan B
Some goals need backup.
kat ~ 15 March 2016
Word of the Day Haiku Challenge 3
This week we have Haiku inspired by two Words of the Day. Let’s take a look back at Tuesday and Friday!
Tuesday’s Word of the Day from Dictionary.com: Isonomy – noun. Equality of political rights
Your isonomy
is very important now
with elections soon.
PJ (Priceless Joy) @ beautifulwords
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Friday’s Word of the Day from Dictionary.com: Psittacism – noun. mechanical, repetitive, and meaningless speech.
Some psittacisms
like a Mother’s do”s and don’t’s,
haunt the guilty.
Smug bible thumpers
drone vapid psittacisms…
Actions speak louder.
Catchy talking points,
When fools use psittacisms,
There is no debate!
kat @ likemercurycolliding
If you would like to join us this week, here are the rules! 😊
Word of the Day Haiku Challenge
1. Pick a day that works for you. Once you pick your day, stick to it. This is what makes it fun and quite a challenge.
2. Choose an online dictionary that features a word of the day. I use dictionary.com but there are others. Pick your go-to dictionary.
3. Create a Haiku using the word of the day. In this challenge, no synonyms allowed.
4. A Haiku is a three line poem with the syllable structures 3-5-3 or 5-7-5.
5. (Optional) If you want, you may also post a expanded history of the word, your thoughts about the word, or some unusual facts about the word of the day.
6. Post a link to your Haiku in the comments so I can find you.
7. I’ll post the weekly roll call list on Sunday. So you have until Saturday at midnight (EST) to post your haiku.
8. Have fun!
PJ (Priceless Joy) @ beautifulwords
Circadian Shift
Animated Art created by Kat Myrman March 2016
I do not like this spring time change
I don’t need daylight…I need sleep
I wake up feeling quite shortchanged
I do not like this spring time change
To lose one hour just feels strange,
shifting my circadian bleeps
I do not like this spring time change
I don’t need daylight…I need sleep
kat ~ 13 March 2016
A triolet (/ˈtraɪ.əlᵻt/ or US /ˌtriː.əˈleɪ/) is a stanza poem of eight lines. Its rhyme scheme is ABaAabAB and often all lines are in iambic tetrameter: the first, fourth and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines, thereby making the initial and final couplets identical as well.
The Letter – Part 4
Read previous installments of The Letter by clicking on the links below:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
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June met me in the driveway. It felt good to take a break. The sun was shining. I closed my eyes for a second to take in its warmth.
I found a second letter in the junk drawer, addressed to June in Mom’s handwriting. It took everything I had not to steam the envelope open to have a look. But I knew I should give it directly to my aunt. Maybe at lunch.
“You drive Aunt June,” I said, opening the passenger side of her fancy caddy, “I’ve never ridden in one of these!”
June smiled and chuckled, “Maybe one day you’ll have one of your own, Grace, if you play your cards right!”
Noon hour traffic flooded the narrow downtown streets, but June knew all the shortcuts and had an “in” with Joe, the diner’s owner. Parking was an easy slip to a special spot in the back. We entered through the kitchen. Joe, the owner and chef, was putting finishing touches on someone’s lunch plate. He greeted June with a warm embrace.
“We go way back, Joe and I,” June gushed.
Joe glanced over her shoulder at me, “And who is this lovely young lady, June? Where’ve you been hiding her?” Humph…if he only knew. Maybe he did know!
“Joe, this is my niece Grace, here in town for Annie’s funeral and to get the house in order.”
“Oh yeah, I heard about Annie. So sorry for both of you. She was a nice lady.”
Joe escorted us to our table. I caught myself staring at him. Could he be the one…my father? It was a good thing I was only in town for three days, I thought, or I’d be obsessing over every man June knew, especially those from “way back.”
During lunch June and I talked about the diner…when Joe had taken over the place, how it was the best lunch spot in town. It was crowded. I was sure she had planned it that way so we wouldn’t have to talk about her letter.
But now there was another letter. I decided this was as good a time as any to give it to her. Maybe it would open the door to our talking about the first one.
“Did you find any hidden treasure in the parlor, Aunt June?
“Oh you know, lovely memories. I packed all the family photos for you. I’m sure you’ll want to keep those. How about you? Find anything good?”
“As a matter of fact,” I said, pulling the letter from my pocket, sliding it across the table toward her, “I found this. It’s from Mom to you.”
June placed her hand over the letter.
“Well aren’t you going to read it? What if it contains Mom’s last wishes? I should know, don’t you think?”
Reluctantly June slid the seal open and unfolded the letter. As she started to read her sister’s words tears welled up and streamed down her cheeks…
Dear June,
I know the truth about you and Tom…
As I watched from across the table, June quickly folded the letter, shoving it back into the envelope.
“I’ll finish it later Grace. Nothing pressing in it. Just a personal note. I miss Annie. Sorry I get so emotional.”
I wasn’t buying it. I only had three days to figure this out.
“We should talk June…”
“I know dear. I’m sorry, I just can’t…not here…not now.”
kat ~ 11 March 2016
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