The New Black

Posted on January 18, 2023 by jazzytower

political strife –

fierce bubbles in the caldron

cruelty, the new black

Pat

1/18/23

For Tanka Tuesday where the specific form Senryu is the ask over at Word Craft with Colleen. To participate go here

Definition of Senryu

“Senryu is a short poetic genre which focuses on people. Men, women, husbands, wives, children, and relatives. It portrays the characteristics of human beings and the psychology of the human mind. Even when senryu depict living things such as animals, insects, and plant life, or when they depict inanimate objects, they are portrayed with the emphasis on their human attributes”, per the Senryu Circle.

Nesting

Posted on January 7, 2023 by jazzytower

nesting

in the bare branches

of the berry tree –

the full moon

Pat

1/06/23

Ending

Posted on January 6, 2023 by jazzytower

One of everything resides in Brooklyn. This was drawing the coffin of the deceased, further down the road is the cemetery. This is the second one of these I’ve noted this past week. That one was leading a procession of cars. Then, as I sat in the traffic jam watching, tears were streaming down my cheeks. Who was this person? I don’t know this person! The things that nip you in the butt when you’re not looking. Life tales.

horse drawn hearse –

trips around the sun

at an end

Pat

1/06/2023

Autumn Scribbles

Posted on December 9, 2022 by jazzytower

bare branches

telling their stories –

autumn scribbles

Pat

11/09/22

Fate

Posted on November 25, 2022 by jazzytower

pleased wishes came true-

a family gathering

’cause fate lends a hand

Pat

11/26/22

For Ronavan Writes Haiku, to see other entries go here

Flower of The Day

Posted on November 18, 2022 by jazzytower

a splash of color

warming autumns chill

the flower of the day

Pat

11/18/22

For Flower of the Day over at Cees

A passing-

Posted on November 13, 2022 by jazzytower

without warning

this unexpected loss –

an early december

This was read at the eulogy today. I am not sure if this belonged to the person who read it or if it was borrowed. In any case, it was fitting:-

“laugh when you can

cry when you must

apologize when you should and change the sphere of life if you will

dream big

take risks

study life’s plays feverishly

make the play

score the goal

volunteer your time

mend broken hearts

fall down but get up and learn from your mistakes

live life on purpose for a purpose and with purpose each and every day”

2/07/1958 – 10/31/2022

Pat

11/12/22

Renewal

Posted on November 8, 2022 by jazzytower

such eye catchers –

colorful autumn leaves stir thoughts

of earths renewal

Pat

11/07/22

For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt words are Catcher & Thought. To participate or just read go here

https://ronovanwrites.com/2022/11/07/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-435-catcher-and-thought/

Haibun Monday – Talking Soup

Posted on October 25, 2022 by jazzytower

When I was growing up, each day of the week had its own menu. Sunday was beef, wednesday was stewed (red) peas, friday was fish and saturday was soup day.

The different types of soup sounds a little nuts, but they were good. There was beef, cow cod (don’t ask), fish head, cow foot, goat head, red peas, split peas and chicken soup. Red peas soup was my favorite.

That thing was a meal. My mom would let us ‘help’ by passing the vegetables which were carrots, celery, turnips, yellow yam, potatoes, and dumplings. We all wanted to help make the dumplings. A soup without dumplings was just not a good soup in our house. Then, of course, there were the spices – salt, scallions, thyme, garlic and pimento seeds (Allspice).

These soups brought a healing touch to every part of our insides. You could smell it from everywhere! It was fuel, it was filling, it was love.

through this autumn gray

memory from childhood wafts in –

soup day, saturday

Pat

10/25/22

For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt is “soup”. The host for Haibun Monday today is Mish. To participate or just read go here