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fruit bowl
a bee in and out of
the sunlight
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Prompted, NaHaiWriMo extension 2011
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Haiku #3 May 2011
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lilac flower
first through the school gates
a bee
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Prompted, NaHaiWriMo extension 2011, see facebook page here
Haiku #2 May 2011
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April frost
I never meant to let you
go so early
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Prompted, NaHaiWriMo extension fb page here
Haiku #1 May 2011
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chamomile —
drinking the fields
from my teacup
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Prompted, on NaHaiWriMo fb wall here
Haiku #30 April 2011
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small mercies
windswept hair and the sea
on my lips
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Haiku #29 April 2011
I dream of its beech forest
home
Prompted, posted on the NaHaiWriMo extension April 2011 here The prompt was: Trees.
(The photo is from Wikipedia! I really like this deckchair!)
Haiku #28 April 2011
Haiku #27 April 2011
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firing clay —
once again playing
gods
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Prompted, posted on fb NaHaiWriMo extension 2011 here
Haiku #26 April 2011
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spring horse—
the robot rides without
a smile
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Prompted, posted on fb page of NaHaiWriMo extension here
Haiku #25 April 2011
Haiku #24 April 2011
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egg tooth–
chipping away at the shell
of this haiku
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What is an egg tooth? Accrding to Wikipedia ‘ the egg tooth is a small, sharp, cranial protuberance used by offspring to break or tear through the egg’s surface during hatching.’ See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egg_tooth
This is a prompted haiku, posted on the fb page of the NaHaiWriMo extension 2011
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Haiku #22 April 2011
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earth to earth–
half the garden under
my fingernails
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Prompted, on Earth Day 2011. See also here
Haiku #21 April 2011
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for your eyes only–
cherry blossom lit by
the full moon
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This haiku, prompted, was posted on NaHaiWriMo’s facebook page here
Haiku #19a April 2011
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learning to trust
my nature?
windmil
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Haiku #18 April 2011
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tree of life
an olive branch was never
enough
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Haiku #17 April 2011
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old people’s home –
she looks for her cherry tree
again and again
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Haiku #14 April 2011
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Thames mist—
street lights join
the Milky Way
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Haiku #13 April 2011
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tin cry–
tired of bending, always
bending
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“When a bar of tin is bent, a crackling sound known as the ‘ tin cry’ can be heard due to the twinning of the crystals.”
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Haiku #12a April 2011
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dream boat—
still waters and
a silent moon
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Haiku 11a April 2011
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chrysalis —
when did I learn about
Venus?
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Haiku #10 April 2011
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my diary –
more plum pudding
than plum fairy
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haiku #6 April 2011
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fairytale —
one thousand and one nights
breathe in this haiku
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The Arabian nights, the original collection of stories with roots in ancient and medieval times, originate from all over the Middle East and further. The basic story-telling frame involves Scheherazade telling a story a night to Shahryar the King who, disappointed in love, executes a succession of his brides after their first night together. In an attempt to keep herself alive, Sheherazade begins a tale without finishing it, so that the King, enthralled, spares her life in order to hear the rest of the story. If this rings a bell with writers who have been told to make their stories exciting to survive/avoid rejection, then so be it. In the end, we all have to survive to tell the tale.
In addition to the fairy tale, one other association is to Ai Weiwei’s 2007 exhibition in Kassel, Germany, named “Fairytale.” Ai Weiewei exhibited 1001 antique Chinese chairs, on which 1001 volunteers from China sat, and a structure made of 1001 antique Chinese doors salvaged from Ming and Qing Dynasty houses that had been built-over in times of rapid development. As he is reportedly held by police at present, I hope he finds enough tales to tell his captors.
This haiku was written in response to a prompt set by Melissa Allen during the April extension of NaHaiWriMo.
haiku #5 April 2011
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iron of heaven —
Mars or Venus
round my neck
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Egyptian hieroglyphs… refer to meteorites as the “iron of heaven.”
Meteorite from Venus: extremely rare, debatable whether any meteorites from Venus could ever find their way to a necklace…
See also http://nyti.ms/ejDgzE
This haiku was writen responding to the prompt set by Melissa Allen, NaHaiWriMo (continued into April 2011).
#4a April 2011
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clean living–
salad leaves
and lemon juice
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haiku #2a April 2011
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black tea no sugar
we wave without
smiling
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Poem
poem–
the old soup bowl
filled with cream
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Night

Night
As darkness falls over the Thames,
a liquid haze swims in from the sea
and the city steels its heart for the night.
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This post can be found in Stella’s Stones here
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Crochet and Knitting Meditation
When I started learning to crochet I thought of it as a relaxing, stress-reducing act, like counting the amber beads of a komboloi.
Now, looking at my hand holding the crochet hook, the wool, at the next stitch to pick up, the stitches I travelled and the one I have to travel to next, I think it is more than that. It is a process like meditation, without however the religious connotations and significance often associated with it: like counting prayer beads, but without the religion.
I was interested to see that, according to Wikipedia, there are two ways of counting the komboloi beads: “a quiet method, for indoors, and a noisier method that is acceptable in public places.” While crochet is quiet, knitting with two needles is not! I wonder whether there is a way(s) of knitting indoors that keeps the noise down!
Yesterday’s photographs
Mischievous
cold wind sweeps the street, deposits leaves, sweet wrappers, a juice carton, and a chocolate box on my doorstep.
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This post appears also here
