Liz In Ink

Poetry Friday -- Poetry Sisters Renku

Fri, 04 May 2012 13:52:56 GMT

Well, it's been awhile since my beloved Poetry Sisters and I
have banded together to make merry.
Life, as you know, interferes.
But as we chatted during National Poetry Month,
we thought of an easy way to rectify that:
haiku!

We worked together on a renku -- a string of haiku and 2-lined stanzas -- linked seasonally and semantically.
Andromeda debuted it on her blog this morning and I'm going to share it here, too:

The Poetry Sisters' Daisy Chain

fall leaf in April
wearing last season's fashions--
shunned by the green crowd                           lps

nature’s first green is gold
progeny emerge in flame                                aj

white melts into green
gardens blush Crayola proud
blooming shades of spring                              tsh

strolling down the pebble path
rose-cheeked dreamer lost in thought            aj

palest pink dogwood
April breezes whisper by
petals flutter down                                          kf

ink dries on palest pages
garden rows plow down sillion                       aj

Brash green garter snake
Hoe laid beside June daisies
Book and tart limeade                                   sh

serpent jewel, puckered words,
work abandoned, glory claimed                    aj

afternoon drifts by
wispy clouds, half-closed eyelids
distant playground sounds                              lps

cloud congestion, dully pewter
petrichor from distant patters                       td

tapped on leaden skies                                td
rain’s persistent percussion
arrhythmic ad lib

a morse-code chicken scratch                     lgs
a fresh start too hard to resist

the rain leaves its mark --                             lgs
such an inscrutable plot
begs to be re-read

red again so soon and down
persimmon fingers shiver                             aj

(Much love and credit to Laura Purdie Salas, Andromeda Jazmon, Tricia Stohr-Hunt, Kelly Fineman, Sara Lewis Holmes and Laura Purdie Salas...)

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April 27-30 and Haiku 27-30

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 17:51:39 GMT

On Friday, I left home at 5:00 a.m., drove to Houston,
did a full day's school visit and drove home again.
It was not the most haiku-ish day, if you know what I mean.
Which is why my piece for that day is about ... coffee.

Haiku 27
4/27/2012

First sip burns bitter
and still I take another.
Black sky grows milky.

And then it was the weekend.
I just love weekends.
And spring break.
And summer break.
I would rather have my kids knocking around here a bit than rushing off every morning like the world's a'fire.

Haiku 28
4/28/2012

A bare foot dangles,
feather duvets swell, settle.
Who says it's morning?

Haiku 29
4/29/2012

girl with basketball
dad with good time on his hands
unbeatable team

And today?
Today is Monday, in case you hadn't heard....

Haiku 30
4/30/2012

like swimming cross-wise
each stroke long, effortful
until I give in

April 26 and Haiku 26

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 18:02:56 GMT

Haiku 26
4/26/2012

Each turn of the wheel
spokes fly and land, fly and land.
Am I bird or boot?

April 25 and Haiku 25

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 16:56:01 GMT

Dreams are weird sometimes.

Haiku 25
4/25/2012

The fan churns the air
Imagine sleeping outdoors,
birds on your pillow

April 18-24 and Haikus 18-24

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 17:44:41 GMT

Oh, blow me down.
We have had a true braided-string of crazy at our house this past week.
Some biggish hurdles, some little Murphy's Law-type stuff.
But all put together in one big pile, sheesh, it was enough to make me a little dizzy.

So, one casualty has been my blogged haikus.
Partly because we were down a computer (that was one of the Murphy's Law-type issues) and partly because I just could not make the time to make it happen.

BUT. The good news???
I still wrote a haiku each and every day in the notebook next to my bed and I'm going to post them all now.
And I have high, high hopes that this next week will go as planned, one haiku at a time.

Haiku 18
4/18/2012

Conjugating verbs
Thinning out the garden plot
What goes next to what?

Haiku 19
4/19/2012

Running in the dark
Each step is an act of faith
The trail trips me up

Haiku 20
4/20/2012

12-day old baby
downy head against my neck
fixes everything

Haiku 21
4/21/2012

Is this a cliche:
"a tulip like a girl's skirt"
even if it's true?

Haiku 22
4/22/2012

Most things are better
in a boat, on the water
Spider thinks so, too

Haiku 23
4/23/2012

Cat in the garden
The wind shakes the old oak clean
Cat in the catkins

Haiku 24
4/24/2012

Wind chimes, crisp blue sky --
Is there a wrong side of bed?
The squirrel still complains.

April 17 - Haiku 17

Wed, 18 Apr 2012 03:52:19 GMT

Haiku 17
4/17/2012

springtime on the porch
each strand of wind like a string
sweetheart with guitar

April 16 - Haiku 16

Tue, 17 Apr 2012 00:54:54 GMT

Haiku 16
4/16/2012

bare branch without blooms
my ring is at the jeweler's
and I miss it so

April 15 - Haiku 15

Tue, 17 Apr 2012 00:52:40 GMT

For days now,
our Tall One's been suffering through
a late season flu.

I'm aching for her...

Haiku 15
4/15/2012

her fever rages
each soft cheek a burning bush
cool cloth can't slake fire

April 14 - Haiku 14

Sat, 14 Apr 2012 22:48:18 GMT

Today I read to 40-some kids in a grocery store in San Antonio, with a lovely mom-blogger next to me reading the same books in Spanish, and everyone happily munching on Cheerios the whole time.

You probably know already that the good folks at General Mills pair up with the good folks at First Book every year to get millions of books out to millions of kids via their breakfast cereal boxes. And I did say millions. Wow. This is the 10th year of the really smart and generous Spoonful of Stories campaign, and I am so honored to have been a part of it twice -- with All the World and Noodle & Lou.

It is powerful recognition that books feed children and help build whole and healthy people. What's not to love?

Haiku 14
4/14/2012

kids like little birds
choosing each O carefully,
making nests of books

April 13 - Haiku 13

Sat, 14 Apr 2012 22:40:20 GMT

We were lucky enough to be invited to the most lovely, organic, outdoor Passover Seder on Friday night. Lucky especially since we're not at all Jewish.

But these friends take their generosity seriously, so there we were -- sitting at one of four long tables -- a peach tree heavy with fruit on one side -- a buffet laden with love on the other -- and scripts.

We read around and around the tables -- those who know Hebrew and those who don't, the young and the old, the shy and the dramatic. The words were punctuated by song -- from gospel to reggae -- all live -- and sips of wine and bits of matzah along the way.

Haiku 13
4/13/2012

egg, wine, bitter greens
we are the mixed multitudes,
we have time to rise

April 12 - Haiku 12

Fri, 13 Apr 2012 03:20:11 GMT

Haiku 12
4/12/2012

Bagpipes wavering
right outside our class tonight
Focus flits and shifts

April 11 - Haiku 11

Thu, 12 Apr 2012 01:14:45 GMT

Haiku 11
4/11/2012

ginger and garlic
I know of other flavors
but why mess with these?

Bon appetit, my friends....

April 9 and April 10 -- Haiku 9 and 10

Tue, 10 Apr 2012 17:37:32 GMT

Haiku 9
4/9/2012

I'm doing laundry
The birds sing like it is spring
They don't know I'm here

Haiku 10
4/10/2012

The trash truck rolls past
How could we forget again?
Lazy nest-builders

April 7 and April 8 -- Haikus 7 and 8

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 19:02:17 GMT

Hi friends.

While I'm writing a haiku everyday this month, I'm trying not to be online much over the weekends, so I'll usually post my Saturday and Sunday poems on Monday.

Thus, this post:

Haiku 7
4/7/2012

creek water running --
is the drought really over?
all the birds say yes

Haiku 8
4/8/2012

that big, fat, full moon
echoed in the yolks of eggs;
breakfast's a fresh start

April 6 - Haiku 6

Fri, 06 Apr 2012 12:52:31 GMT

We're nearing the end of the first week of National Poetry Month.

Today's my day to catch up on reading what everyone else is writing and sharing -- and you can, too, by going to Read, Write, Howl for Poetry Friday, by signing up for Knopf's Poem-a-Day or Poem-a-Day from the Academy of American Poets, and by turning up your speakers and enjoying poetry read aloud at the Poetry Foundation.

Personally, my yearly April pleasure is a daily haiku. It is both very manageable and very intentional, and I find myself thinking about words and lines and turns and surprises throughout the day. This morning, for example, started early for me and my sweet new pooch. Just us and the moon and a few haiku...

Haiku 6 (plus 2)
4/6/2012

moon hung like a prop
stretches shadows long and dark;
dog raises hackles

blossoms on the street --
pup thinks they might be tasty
but they're for the birds

who tipped the trashcan --
fat raccoon with kits to feed?
reuse, recycle

April 5 - Haiku 5

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 19:27:54 GMT

We have a teen and a pre-teen at our house.
We think they're both pretty amazing.
Thoughtful, funny, smart...
Tender, creative, full of heart...

I mean, we've always thought that and they've just spent the past 11-13 years confirming it all.

Somedays, they reveal new stuff.
Accidentally.
And we glimpse not just who they are, but who they're becoming.

Last night my teen and I went together to a memorial service for a classmate of hers who died after 10 courageous years of navigating the craziness of Cancerland. He was way too young, and the hillside was full of middle schoolers holding little white candles and crying openly. It was the most painful and beautiful thing.

And there was my girl, 13 years old and taller than I am, tears streaked down her cheeks, walking right up to Liam's mother afterwards -- having never met her before -- to say something -- I couldn't hear what -- and to hug her. And then we drove home, holding hands, and she proceeded to do hours of homework and to bake hotcross buns, of all things, until the wee hours of the morning.

I have spent most of my life trying to figure out how to hold the good, the bad and the determined in my singular self, and my daughter, less than a third my age, is integrating it all, sage-like. I am pretty much in awe.

Haiku 5
4/5/2012

Hair like a curtain
Hiding from math or from me?
She looks up, moon bright.

April 4 - Haiku 4

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 19:10:29 GMT

Haiku 4
4/4/2012

Some things that sound good:
arugula and chocolate.
What? It's my birthday!

April 3 - Haiku 3

Tue, 03 Apr 2012 19:09:29 GMT

Haiku 3
4/3/2012

(Inspired by my dog and her Kong)

good old days gone by
sheep herding, hunting, roping;
pup still works for food

April 2 - Haiku 2

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 15:01:48 GMT

OK, friends...
A few of you have messaged me asking for a quick little refresher on the art of haiku.
I think we might need to be Japanese to truly understand and embody the form, but here are the basics on the English variation:

1. Three lines, often (but not always) of 5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables again. The syllabics rule is a strictly Western one, but I like to use it to give me some defined parameters to work within. Some people just prefer to think of haiku as "breath-length," which is lovely, too.

2. The use of a kigo, or seasonal reference -- or some awareness of the natural world.

3. The use of a kireji, or cutting word, or a turning point or juxtaposition or a-ha moment. This often happens at the end of the first line or the second line and, in English, this is also where we may employ punctuation -- a colon or semicolon or an em dash, for example.

4. Each line usually stands alone as a complete thought or grammatical phrase, rather than flowing over into the next line.

If you love the idea of the brevity and shape, but don't want to write about cherry blossoms for a month, you can write some haiku and some senryu, which is a very similar form emphasizing human nature and relationships.

And, all that said, for me, a month of haiku isn't so much about precise alignment with these "rules", but rather a practiced attentiveness and ritual. If you choose to join me, either one day this month or 30, I encourage you to use the guidelines that work for you -- that make this experience accessible and meaningful and right...

And now, without further babble, today's poem:

Haiku 2
4/2/2012

cat and cardinal
stock-still stare-down til cat wins
back to nonchalance

April 1 - Haiku 1

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 02:35:32 GMT

Today it is April -- my favorite month of the year.
Because of birthdays -- my own and my sweetheart's.
And because of the weather.
And because National Poetry Month offers up an excuse to write and read poetry round the clock.

So.
Welcome to another year of daily haikus.
Join me -- either as a reader or, write your own!
It will make you happy, I promise...

When you've been in a long, deep drought, the earth responds with the most incredible giddy vigor when it finally rains.
We've had nice easy soaks a number of times this winter and now it is a riotous, colorful spring.
Flowers push through every fence and line the highways; folks wear them tucked into baseball caps and lapels.

But, also flourishing?
Weeds.
And backyard bamboo.
And pollen.

HAIKU 1
4/1/2012

weeds sprout overnight
green grass yellows with pollen
I am my yard's fool

Poetry Friday -- Taking it Personally

Fri, 03 Feb 2012 18:23:27 GMT

I talk to my kids about feeling -- and recognizing -- their own feelings.
I talk to my students about writing emotional truth -- and how that's often more important than "fact".
I believe in emotional authenticity.
And paying attention to what we feel.
I believe that what we feel matters.

As an adolescent and a teenager, I put up all sorts of walls.
Actually, I put up walls inside of fences behind curtains.
(I probably only effectively hid things from myself, but there you go...)
It seemed like the thing to do.
(There were a lot of "messages" out there.)

But one of the great joys of being over 40 is wearing my heart on my sleeve.
Pouring stuff out -- on the page or around the dinner table.
My kids think of me as a crier.
And they're right...

Personal

BY TONY HOAGLAND

Don’t take it personal, they said;

but I did, I took it all quite personal—

the breeze and the river and the color of the fields;

the price of grapefruit and stamps,

the wet hair of women in the rain—

And I cursed what hurt me

and I praised what gave me joy,

the most simple-minded of possible responses.

Read the rest here....

And read all the other wonderful Poetry Friday entries here...

Happy weekend, friends.
Namaste.

Poetry Friday -- Science

Fri, 20 Jan 2012 15:24:33 GMT

When you have children, nobody asks you if you're prepared to help with biochemistry homework.
(Or even if you know how to change a diaper, but you figure that out.)

(Nobody asks an author if she's prepared to become a marketing guru,
or a teacher if she's ready to double-up as a therapist, but there you go.)

Before long, we find ourselves doing what we weren't prepared to do because we have to.

Covalent bonds and ionic bonds and the families that make up the periodic table.

I sit there, wishing it would all come flooding back, but it doesn't -- it's as if I've never seen these words before, I learn from scratch with my daughter, and thank goodness for Google and friends who are scientifically savvy, thank goodness the 13-year-old goes off to school today prepared to take her science test.

Often I Imagine the Earth

BY DAN GERBER

Often I imagine the earth

through the eyes of the atoms we’re made of—

atoms, peculiar

atoms everywhere—

Read the rest here.

Visit Poetry Friday here.

Gratitudes 21, 22 and 23 -- Thursday, Friday and Saturday

Sat, 24 Dec 2011 17:06:47 GMT

Thursday, Gratitude 21

I am grateful for air travel.

Even after boarding zillions of planes, multiple flights every single year of my life, I cannot believe that I can hop on a plane in Austin, Texas, in the morning and -- by that afternoon -- be bowling with cousins in Wisconsin. It's kind of a Christmas miracle, isn't it?

It brings to mind this video that I think we should all watch now and again.
Right?
Everything really is amazing.

Friday, Gratitude 22

And speaking of those cousins.
Wow. I'm blessed with extended family that isn't actually all that extended.
We're tight, intimate, and so interested in and amused by and happy with each other.
The whole slew of us.
And if that's not enough, I'm blessed with that kind of family on both my maternal and paternal sides -- aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews scattered the globe over but there for each other in all the most important ways.
I love you guys...

Saturday, Gratitude 23

I'm sitting here looking at a nearly-frozen lake and a dusting of snow. My Tall One is baking a cranberry-apple pie. Yesterday there were two hikes, multiple hops in and out of the hot tub, lots of reading, a couple of naps, and some Christmas carols.

I love vacation.
I love tradition and I love twists on tradition.
I love lights and trees and big meals and I really, really love holidays.

I know Christmas can cause stress and shopping mania and over-commercialization and all that.
But it can also give us a really good excuse to gather, to pause, to celebrate goodness.

May you all, in whatever tradition you live and belong, enjoy the spaciousness of this season....

Gratitudes 19 and 20 -- Tuesday and Wednesday

Thu, 22 Dec 2011 04:20:58 GMT

Gratitude 19 -- Tuesday
My kids love school but boy-oh-man am I grateful for winter break.
Exchange a few candy canes, hug the teachers, and hit the road.
We are ready for a new pace for a couple of weeks.
A lazy pace.
The end of alarm clocks.
An emphasis on card games. And naps. And giggling.
So grateful.

Gratitude 20 -- Wednesday
The word grateful isn't really big enough to encompass how I feel when my husband gets a clean CT scan.
Cancer's in the rearview mirror.
Breathing big.
So grateful...

Gratitude 18 -- Monday

Mon, 19 Dec 2011 14:33:02 GMT

A day of thanks for dear Jote,
mastermind behind the 30 Days of Gratitude.

Baker.
Photographer.
Friend.
So much to so many.
Generosity personified.

Thanks, Jote, for reminding us all to wake up, look around and take note of all that is good in our worlds...