NaHaiWriMo #26-zip

migrating goldfinches
at the bird feeder all day
hollow tube

NaHaiWriMo #25-yellow

pollen-laden
honey bees
dandelion blossoms

NaHaiWriMo #24-"X"

here she found him
feed pail in hand
breathless

NaHaiWriMo #23-wig

hair thinning under her wig
I look more closely
in my mirror

NaHaiWriMo #22-vent

up in smoke
yesterday's anger
dying embers

NaHaiWriMo #21-umbrella

arm in arm
under the red umbrella
grateful for rain

NaHaiWriMo #20-talus

ageing mountain
nonessentials
fall away

NaHaiWriMo #19-sandal

strap and sole
warm sand
on my toes

NaHaiWriMo #18-rattle

February--
oak leaves race
over the crusty snow

NaHaiWriMo #17-queue

bluebirds
waiting on a fence
crowded birdbath

NaHaiWriMo #16-pool

gazing
at my own reflection
behind me the stars

NaHaiWriMo #15-opera

love hate greed
jealousy beauty
heartbreaking

NaHaiWriMo #14-nachos

nachos and cheese--
the cow jumped
over the sun

NaHaiWriMo #12 and #13

#12-laundry

after the chaos
the laundry
lavender sachet

‎#13-mountain

sanctuary
below me
a hawk soars

NaHaiWriMo #11-kitchen

practicing our moves
in the kitchen
school of dance

NaHaiWriMo #10 - jam

against winter winds
summer's sweetness--
blackberry jam

NaHaiWriMo, days 1-9

National Haiku Writing Month, aka NaHaiWriMo, which is on Facebook, issued a challenge to write one haiku a day from a posted prompt. The logo for the group consists of a circle with a line through it covering the numbers 5-7-5. The message is that the way we were all taught to write haiku, in 17 syllables (5 syllables on line 1, 7 on line 2, 5 on line 3) misses the point entirely. Read the essay, "Becoming a Haiku Poet," by the group's moderator Michael Dylan Welch for more on this.

I am behind on posting my haiku here, so I'm playing catch-up by posting the first 9 tonight (a real No-No on NaHaiWriMo). Starting tomorrow, I hope to post here daily.

So far, the prompts have been in alphabetical order.

apple

when the apple fell,
I, too busy to notice,
missed the opening.

(I missed Day 1, so posted my first haiku a day late, thus breaking a NaHaiWriMo rule right off the bat.)

boat

a dream in winter--
boat recedes, casket draws near--
finish your grieving.

catfish

hushpuppies
filets, no whiskers
all you can eat.

dog

too smart for us
can't even spell around him
p-o-o-d-l-e.

egg

loved by all--
dad's only culinary skill:
fried or scrambled?

frame

thought compressed--
few words--
haiku.

grief

at your grave--
the settled ground--
magnolia blossoms.

hat

thrown into the ring

with many promises

later, eaten

ice

February
icicles hang
from our noses