This is a poem by a friend whose blog (by Blogger) is titled: “STARDREAMIG With Sherry Blue Sky. It can be found HERE. She is deeply spiritual, committed and filled with compassion. She has an enviable connection to nature. I only say enviable because I have been ill for some good bit and this has curtailed my time out of doors. She has a deep spirit. Today’s prompt for NaHaiWriMo is to take a piece of writing from another author and extract from it a haiku for myself. I think that this is a terribly clever haiku prompt.
Sherry’s wonderful poem represents her style, her tone and her spirit well. She is a woman who has known difficulty but one who lives with grace and optimism … one for whom I have significant respect and fondness. She hangs on to faith no matter what. She is a women who is no BS, who is loyal, who sets a fine example for women everywhere. Her poem is followed by my haiku … patterned after her poem.
“A Day Graced By Doves”
God sent me a morning
bathed in sunlight,
horse in the pasture,
wash on the line.
God sent me a morning
graced by doves,
with everything golden.
I’ll make it mine.
I’ll wrap it around me
to keep me safe,
to comfort and hold
my inner waif.
I’ll breathe it in,
till the day is done,
then God will send me
summer dew doves grace the morning – spirit birds
summer haze rainbow – lighting a path of many colors
dragonfly vision one hundred eighty degrees – empty spiderweb
Photo taken in the Outer Banks – probably in 2005-7.
The word rose is being used to represent the heart chakra … it is also a summer Kigo or season word. I think that I have read somewhere that one should only use one kilo in a haiku. I think. Of course that is not particularly helpful since I don’t know.
climbing rose vine – soft red petal pathway
blazing sun dips into cool evening water – mosquitoes buzzing
Sound side OBX 2007 – sunset.
My mother was once beautiful, elegant, sophisticated. Easily I remember the cocktail parties. Mummy and Pup were always at the center of any social gathering. But home was not really a social gathering now was it? No, home was where you were real. And reality at home was very different and very difficult. I have known for quite a number of years now that Pup was scarred deeply from combat PTSD in WWII. That makes for very easy forgiveness. It was not until two years ago that I realized quite fully; that Mummy, as a US citizen worked for the Office of War Information in London during the Blitz. Once I knew and understood, complete forgiveness was very easy. Her experience was no different than combat.
mother elegance with flair – soul lost to the london blitz
above, the old bridge to nowhere
extends from one side to another
with many breaks along the way
it reminds you that it is the journey
and not the destination
mint roots strangling the garden – fragrant cup of tea
Note: Remember a gogyohshi is a free form 5 line poem. Mine is about the header that I have put into place. The NaHaiWriMo prompt for May 1st is “roots.” I used the spring kigo of mint.
in the small square of sun – kittens bathing
back and forth back and forth – an empty swing
I stand in darkness – the mountain’s shadow over me
easter – one path to the divine