Double Haiga Sunday Selection: Silver

 

Image taken May 7, 2017 at the Denver Aquarium.

Copyright Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl

silver scales flashing

delicate water dweller

not long on the earth

Image by Siggy Nowak from Pixabay

standing straight and strong

the mighty silver birch trees

lining forest path

notes

Prompt used:

https://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2012/11/carpe-diem-52-silver-birch.html

It's been seven months since I last worked on my Aquarium Project. I would like to get back to doing this on Sundays. 

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Ornery Poetry + Haiku My Heart: Senryu For a Lost World

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Taken Mother's Day 2017 at the Denver Aquarium 

We were also celebrating my son's 27th birthday

a faraway day

we had lunch with the fishes

in a world that's gone

~cie~

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NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 6 + April PAD Challenge Day 6 + April PAD Countdown Catch-Up Day 4: Trap

Lying loose and limp without a thought

That anything might do me harm

Between powerful jaws I was helplessly caught

My heart exploded with alarm

Basking in the sunlight's sultry charm

Suddenly with peril I was fraught

By unexpected assault was I disarmed 

Lying loose and limp without a thought

Every caution I'd been taught

Went hazy in the spring day's charm

To my detriment, I'd full forgot

That anything might do me harm

I had no defenses to rearm

A docile, helpless forest tot

My spirit quivered with alarm

Between powerful jaws I was helplessly caught

A simple lesson can be taught

From my fatal fall to harm

My last moments were with terror fraught

My heart exploded with alarm

The sweet spring day has lost its charm

Bones picked clean and left to rot

No elegy or call to arms

For prey animals by predators caught

Lying loose and limp

~cie~

notes

NaPoWriMo: Write a poem from the point of view of one person/animal/thing from Hieronymous Bosch’s famous (and famously bizarre) triptych The Garden of Earthly Delights.

April PAD Challenge Day 6: Write a "trap" poem.

April PAD Countdown Catch-Up Day 4: Write an elegy

Poetry Style: Rondeau Redouble

Carpe Diem Love Month: Animal Friends: Senryu

all my little friends

there have been far too many

can't do it again

~cie~

notes

There are people who have said to me when I say that I won't get any more cats because I can't bear to lose any more cats that I'm being selfish.

I lost five cats in the space of five years, and I've lost many more before them. There are many that I can't think of without it bringing tears to my eyes. I've also lost quite a few people. I am pretty well numb with grief. I think that it's cruel to tell someone in my position that they are being "selfish" for wanting to avoid further pain. 

Inflicting guilt on someone who is already suffering is the ultimate in thoughtlessness.

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Wednesday on Friday: The Old Pond

I like this frog. This frog has a "don't fuck with me" look about it. I resonate with this frog.

old pond

a frog jumps in

sound of water

splashes on my face wake me

bringing me back down to earth

~Basho & Cie~

Notes:

The Hokku stanza of this poem was penned by Matsuo Basho (1644 - 1694). The Ageku stanza is all about me.

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #110: Bush Warbler

Bush Warbler

A spring warbler casts

A dropping on the rice cakes —

The veranda edge.

I feed rice cakes to the birds

The earth drinking up my tea.

~Cie~

Visit the Artist

Ghost Town Grover Sez:

"I shore don't blame you, Ornery. I wouldn't wanna drink no tea that a bird pooped in neither."

Visit the Artist

Cactus Clem sez:

"Say, Ornery, you know that sun tea you was brewin' on the front porch? Well, I was kinda thirsty after my stroll on the Lone Prairie, and I done drank it all down. I don't think it had no bird poop in it, though, 'cause it had a cover on it and everything.

Visit Ghost Town Grover, Cactus Clem, and the Ornery Old Lady at the Grover Hotel

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November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2019: Day 8: Hens

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When I was a child in New Mexico, my family kept chickens. We had hens of many different varieties, and we would take the extra eggs and sell them at the farmers' market. Sadly, when my father got a job in Colorado after obtaining his doctorate, we couldn't take the chickens. We gave them to some family friends. I have always wanted to keep hens again, and maybe once my son and I are done working on clearing the mobile home out for sale, it will become a possibility.

I remember them

and the gifts they gave to us

lovely feathered friends

~Cie~

Notes:

The November PAD Chapbook Challenge prompt for today was to write a poem about an animal. So, I wrote a Haibun about some hens.

My little home for poetry used to be subject to an unpleasant visitor who would quibble about minutia, claiming that every poem I wrote was suspect because I mentioned occasionally using the Haibun form to write flash fiction. This individual stated that a Haibun must always be non-fiction. However, the description of a Haibun from Poetry Soup is as follows:

"A Haibun is a type of poem that operates on a prosimetric structure. It combines the forms of prose and haiku to create an artistically-challenging puzzle. However, these poems can cover a broad range of topics and expressions, including anything from short stories to personal journals and scholarly essays.

Haibun poems originate in Japan and were invented in the 17th century by famous poet Matsuo Basho. He thought to combine popular Chinese prose elements with Japanese haiku styles for an educational and creative outcome."

Thankfully, this person got miffed at me for not interacting with them beyond the basic acknowledgment of their presence, told me off, and, mercifully, fucked off. I was a bit astounded by their vehemence but mostly happy to have them gone.

Poetry should be about expression. If you're more concerned with adhering to extremely strict rules than with expressing your thoughts and emotions, you're doing it wrong. But, you know, do it how you like in your house. Just don't come to my house and tell me I have to do things the way you do.

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Wednesday #5: White Crane

how I wish to call

a white crane from Fukei,

but for this cold rain.

the crane wisely remains home

safely out of the downpour

Kikaku & Cie

Notes:

The Hokku stanza of this Renga was composed by Takarai Kikaku (1661 - 1707) who was an accomplished disciple of Matsuo Basho. The Ageku stanza was composed by me on behalf of the crane who said: "I ain't goin' out in that downpour, Beeyotch!" Or something like that. 

OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 29 + Carpe Diem #1771 Lightness of Being the Firefly

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longing for the grass

at the bottom of the pool

those fireflies.

longing for the grass

with lust almost immoral

they light up the night

at the bottom of the pool

they float free now of burden

solitude sublime

those fireflies

craving no deeper meaning

than being alive

Basho & Cie

Notes:

The "sleigh" of this Troiku was created by Matsuo Basho (1644 - 1694). The team of firefly horses was guided by me.

I just noticed this Emoji icon in the bottom right corner of my post. It looks all pissed off and frazzled. I laugh, as this is the first poem in several days that has been at peace with things. It's about fireflies, just doing firefly stuff, longing for grass, and lighting up the night. I didn't notice the Emoji thing yesterday or the day before. Maybe it exploded upon being exposed to the radioactive rage of my post.

Now it's a starched white shirt with a red tie. Apparently, the fireflies have gone into business and are dressing the part.

Carpe Diem #1770: Tomtit

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gold and black jewel

sitting with ruby berries

voice like a gold bell

~Cie~

Notes:

Imma admit that I have no idea what a tomtit sounds like. A blue tit sounds like this.

Carpe Diem Solo No Renga + Haiku My Heart + OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 25: White

Image by David Mark from Pixabay

Note:

This is a poem about my dislike of the fur industry and disdain for those who wear fur as a fashion accessory. It is not pretty, so you may not care to read it.

why do some wish to

stain the white snow red with blood

to steal the white fur?

why do some wish to

stain the white snow red with blood

to steal the white fur?

profit their motivation
their souls are dead within them

why do some wish to
subject the innocent to 
their cold-hearted whims?
the cries of the dying fall
on deaf ears and decayed hearts

stain the white snow red
to line their pockets with gold
all for fashion's sake
fur lovely on the living
becomes ugly with carnage

to steal the white fur
go with clubs and guns and traps
animals in cages
not out of necessity
strictly a status symbol

strictly for profit
from the wealthy and heartless
wear their victim's pain
the beautiful fur adorns
the carcass now lies bloody

souls are dead within
the heartless social climbers
who wear their victims
as adornments draped over
their unfeeling carcasses

~Sly~

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Cie's activist alter-ego Sly Fawkes has been on a tear the past couple of days.

Haiku My Heart + OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 25: White: A Senryu

Image by David Mark from Pixabay

why do some wish to

stain the white snow red with blood

to steal the white fur?

~Sly~

image copyright juliahenze @123rf.com

Cie's activist alter-ego Sly Fawkes has been on a tear the past couple of days.

Carpe Diem #1768: Crow: A Senryu

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old black crow and me

we have a lot in common

both misunderstood

~Cie~

Carpe Diem #1766: Mouse

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a mouse is quite cute

so long as it stays outside

in the house, trouble

~Cie~

Notes:

I have a story now. 

In 2001, the first year that my son and I were in the mobile home (the one we are now clearing out to sell), we had a problem with mice. Fortunately, we also had a mousetrap. 

Our mousetrap was the big gray and white guy, although he was still a juvenile then. His name was Raymond (2001 - 2018). One of my co-workers took in a pregnant cat. Raymond, seen here with his brother Leon (2001 - 2017) was one of the kittens. Leon, obviously, was another of the same litter.

One day Raymond dropped on my pillow what I thought was the back half of a catnip mouse. I was half right. There was no "catnip" to this mouse. I screamed and hurried the mouse ass outside. I can only reason that Raymond ate the head and figured that it would be kind to offer me the butt.

Raymond caught a couple more mice. Then the mice must have gotten savvy to the fact that there was a cat in the house and stopped coming around.

I had to have Raymond put to sleep when he was 17. He had tumors all over his body including his digestive tract and in his forehead. I probably shouldn't have waited as long as I did. 

Leon had to be put to sleep a few months prior. He developed feline infectious peritonitis, which puzzled me because I never let my cats outside, except for Isis, who was semi-feral and I couldn't keep her in. The vet said that the FIP had probably been dormant in Leon's system for his entire life. It can sometimes take many years for it to become active.

Anyway, I never was keen on the bone-crusher type of mousetrap. If you don't have a mouse-head-eater like Raymond living in your house and you have mice, try a humane trap like Ghost Town Grover sells in his general store. If you order through the link, we earn a small commission.