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Breathe New – Haiku Challenge

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new day dawns
on a whisp’ring breeze
breathing life
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new things will frighten
those who like familiar things
breathing helps let go

kat ~ 16 November 2016

A few haiku for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words: Breathe & New.


Rows

in rows over rows
a flock of quacking quackers
were all aflutter

kat ~ 16 November 2016

A Haiku in response to Haiku Horizon’s weekly challenge, prompt word: “Row”.


Luna

her name is Luna
some say she has a man-face
others, cows and spoons
but who else but a woman
can shift the tides with a glance

kat ~ 15 November 2016
(Tanka- 5/7/5/7/7)


The Walls We Build


I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Arranging travel for executives
Typing their profiting plans bits by byte
With a few quick breaks to brew myself tea

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Answering phone calls with veiled pleasantry
When asked for favors, I serve with a smile
Hoping to mask my deep fear from their gaze

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Lost in the hum of my blessed routine
Locked in a prison of my own making
Where I feel safe from their gloating eyes mocking

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Outed by friends who boast my deep secret
Hoping to prove they are not like the rest
Those who’d deny my rights as a human

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Collateral damage, votes cast in fear
closet doors open whispering my name
Still I resist their safe promise and yet

I hide in a cubicle, dawn to dusk
If I had money I might build walls too
Oh, in my own way I’ve done this, it’s true
But I don’t feel safe from danger that looms

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Doing my job and paying my taxes
Wondering where they will be on the day
I cease to be safe despite what they say

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Wondering who I should fear and who, trust
Minding my business, yet knowing I must
Open my heart to be healed by love

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
It’s not the ideal arrangement I know
I’m gonna try harder to open my heart
And let you back in, it’s small, it’s a start.

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk.

kat – 14 November 2016


Eximious – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku

 

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Happy Friday! Today’s word of the day from Dictionary.com, Eximious comes from the Latin adjective eximius meaning “select, distinguished, excellent,” which is a derivative of the verb eximere, “to take out, remove.” It entered English in the mid-1500s.

When I looked for examples and uses of this word, I discovered it is one of those archaic words that never quite caught on. But it does have quite a colorful past just the same, as evidenced by this information I found.  Here is the story from WorldWideWords.org  about the not-so-eximious character, Andrew Borde, who first coined this word:

Eximious appeared first in The Breviary of Health, a book of 1547 by Andrew Borde, who was variously a monk, writer of an excellent travel book about Europe, spy for Thomas Cromwell, popular physician and reputed compiler of several books of jokes (he wrote in the Breviary that nothing comforted the heart so much as honest mirth and good company). He died in prison, having — it’s said — been found guilty of keeping three whores in his chamber in Winchester, though a contemporary explained that he was merely pimping them for members of the clergy.

He wrote in the Breviary about “The eximious and arcane science of physic”, that is, the excellent and mysterious science of medicine. That comment notably contains two neologisms, since he is also the first known user of arcane. He created other medical terms in the book which are still familiar, such as constipatedhydrophobiahead louse and ulcerated, but many of his terms didn’t catch on: a writer two centuries after him observed that he was as fond of hard and uncouth words as any quack could be.

Alrighty then! My my! 🙂 … here is my haiku. Have a good weekend.

Title does not prove
how eximious one is
depends on actions.

kat – 11 November 2016