Moving is Traumatic

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – Prompt #239 – Motivation:  Nurture

“grow and develop through encouragement”

“Write a nurturing poem, or of a moment that had contributed to your growth.”

When I returned to New York
after eight years of living
in Portland, Oregon,
anxiety rose up in me
like a lion dwelled
within. How to pick up
scattered puzzle pieces,
and fit them back into place.
On moving day, my sister
and nephew were present.
The look of happiness
on their faces downplayed
the roar of the lion. They
continue to nurture me still,
by listening, and refraining
from judgmental words. I am
a flower budding
in the soil of their arms.

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A Monk Ponders

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #395

Words:  fires, three, garment, find, bowing, writing, silence, wave, year, earth, rain, beam

The monk bows,
having taken
a vow of silence.
He possesses three
saffron garments–
all the same–pleasing
for his needs. He writes
late at night, listening
to rain pinging on roof.
He pens observations
in a small, black, tattered
notebook, looking in despair
at the state of earth–wild
fires, waves of flooding.
He wonders how many more
years we can survive
without change. In the morning
will he awaken to a beam
of sunlight, or
a recurring nightmare

come true.

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Written for:  Carpe Diem #1624 Kumano Kodo Pilgrimage . . . Shinbutsu-Shugo



Kumano Sanzan combined the Shinto and Buddhist faiths into one, known as Shinbutsu-shugo (literally the convergence of Buddhism and Shinto). The notion that deities (kami) are present in all things on the earth is deeply embedded into Japanese culture from ancient times. White paper folded into the shape of lightning and hung at shrines delineate areas where kami are believed to preside.

When Buddhism arrived in Japan in the 6th century, Shinto deities were identified with the different forms of the Buddha, to create Shinbutsu-shugo.

sunlight plays with naked bodies
entwined limbs

(C) Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

folded white paper
lightening shapes on shrines are hung
kami all around us


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Written for:  Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #75 Poetry Archive (2) Honeysuckle
I invite you to dive into your poetry archive and share haiku, tanka or other Japanese poetry form that mean a lot to you. Please share with us why you did made the choice and try to create a new haiku, tanka or other Japanese poetry form inspired on the poem you have chosen.

my dreams wander
along the path of my life …
Honeysuckle blooms

© Chèvrefeuille (2015)

And as you maybe remember the other goal is to create an all new haiku inspired on the haiku of your “archive-choice”. So here is my new haiku inspired on this haiku.

in the twilight
dreams whirl through my mind
Honeysuckle perfume

© Chèvrefeuille (2019) (our host)

Here is my attempt: 

butter yellow heads
stoop in shyness
daffodils                     © Sara (2016)

heads bent in shyness
reluctant daffodils
like pats of soft butter        © Sara (2019)

(Chosen because I am anxious for Spring)

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The Humiliated Bird

Written for:  The Muse #47


Ah, here we go again.  Another
St. Patrick’s Day, and I am
made to look the fool. Painted up
all green like that foolish gecko. It is
simply not my color. She’s looking
out the window, in her own greenery,
waiting for that obnoxious
guy she sees. He will, no doubt,
have outdone her on the wearin’ of.
Ah, but we’ll all have some emerald
-colored beer.  Cheers!

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Some Homographs

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Weekend Mini-Challenge:  Homographic Fun  (posted by Magaly)
Today, I invite you to play with homographs, or words which share the same spelling but have rather different meanings. Yes, I’m referring to words like gay and just and park.
For this weekend mini-challenge, write a new poem that includes one homograph (or more), and (1) use at least two of the homograph’s meanings in your poem (as in “her lips were too close to my mouth for me to close the door in her face without knocking out my teeth”); or (2) use the homograph in your poem in a way which allows two of its meanings to apply (as in “I wish to be close enough to her to kiss her lips without violating her sensibilities or the laws of physics”).

Homographs - Magaly Guerrero

Are you intimating
that you want to become
intimate with me?

This detective is not too bright.
I suspect that his suspect
is smarter, but suspect, none the less.

A murder of crows
minding their own business
do not have murder on their minds.

I thought she was engaged
until I saw her fiancé
engaging with someone else.

Oh man, was he ever plastered.
Must have thrown bottles
at the ceiling for all this
plaster to have fallen down.

His minute mine changes
from minute to minute.

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Thirty Days and Counting

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – InForm:  Monchielle

“Today we consider the Monchielle, a poetic form created by Jim T. Henriksen.

The Monchielle consists of four five-line stanzas where:

…the first line repeats in each verse.

…Each line within the stanzas consist of six syllables,

…and lines three and five rhyme.

…The rhyme pattern is Abcdc Aefgf Ahiji Aklml…”

It’s been thirty days,
still mail from October.
So tired of deleting.
Mail sits in “Important”–
must have missed that meeting.

It’s been thirty days.
My eyes are dry and red,
fingers tap, tap, tapping,
and nothing is in sync.
Systems are collapsing.

It’s been thirty days.
I have cleared out all spam,
sent everything to “Trash”,
now some mail is archived.
Cremate them, save the ash.

It’s been thirty days.
“Everything Else” is grayed
out. Guess I read them,
though remiss in riddance.
They could not have been gems.

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Invisible Aliens

Written for:  Fireblossom Friday:  Ask a question – Write a poem that states a question.  Oh, not a tired old chestnut like “Do you love me?” (I get that ALL the time. Honest!) Or “How much damage will carbon emissions do to the ecosystem?” Kind of hard to stay poetic with that, and besides, too much earnestness grates. (I was told that by Woody Guthrie. No kidding!)
There’s a novel–the inspiration for a famous movie, I’m told– called “Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep?” THAT’s the kind of question I want from you, my dear slippery amphibians.

If a group of invisible
aliens landed on earth,
what would be the oddest
things they encounter?

bird feeder
orange leader
humans in gyms
passion for thin
Roombas and robots
Dunkin’ Donuts
Dogs wearing coats
castles with moats


polluted air
none that care
species vanishing
people perishing
ice caps melting
polar bears not sheltering
wild fires, mudslides
flooding, land dried
p  e  t  r  i  f  i  e  d

(Take copious notes;
they will be required)

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A Field of Sunflowers (pantoum 2)

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Poetry:  a Piece of Written Art  (posted by Victoria)

In our current form challenge, the Pantoum, we are working with both structure and repetition—techniques much like pattern in visual art. This form, and others which will soon be on our “to write” list, all turn to these artistic tools. So, let’s don our smocks, gather brushes and paints, and prop up a blank canvas on the easel, as we look at repetition: why and how to choose the lines or words we will repeat.

What does repetition add to the poem?

Most often as we prepare to write a poem, there lurks deep in our consciousness or maybe floating on the surface, a message that had meaning to us and that we want to communicate to our reader. It could be as complex as an emotion or a socially significant issue or as simple as the beauty we find in a moment of time. Repetition is a tool that is much gentler than a hammer with which to drive home the point we want to make.

The use of auditory sounds helps the words or phrases stick with the reader, much like those tunes that create earworms that drive us to distraction—think “It’s a Small World”—the song that keeps on giving a message that wants to be heard.

Repeating a word or line underlines the importance of that word or line. Often all the other lines or words in the poem build on the repeated line or word—giving the poet a springboard in which to dive into developing the rest of the work.

sunflower field

In midst of a field of sunflowers,
a dream of chocolate and butter
becomes true, as they nod their heads.
Contentment is provision of nature.

A dream of chocolate and butter
image, conjures up a cake to some.
Contentment is provision of nature,
who says, stay as long as you like.

Image conjures up a cake to some,
those that see with stomach, not eyes.
Who says, stay as long as you like?
Mother Nature is generous.

Those that see with stomach, not eyes,
become blind as sunflowers nod their heads.
Mother Nature is generous,
in midst of a field of sunflowers.

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waterfall at Nachi

Written for:  Carpe Diem #1622 – Imagination . . .  Kumano Kodo Waterfall

Waterfall Kumano Kodo

Daimonzaka … leading to the waterfall


the sound of water
pointing the way to the Pure Land
meeting Basho

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

“You will understand why I created the above haiku. It links to Basho’s famous haiku “old pond”. But why … meeting Basho? Well legend tells us that a lot of monks (not Basho by the way) jumped into the waterfall at Nachi (part of Kumano Kodo) to enter paradise … the Pure Land.”

Here is my attempt:

on each step
a rumble under your feet
waterfall sounds

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