30 Days of Haiga 2022: Yellow Flowers

 

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I

soul concealed within

observing yellow flowers

at the summer's end

II

we are forced to form

for but a while on the earth

wondering what's next

notes

You are welcome to use the Haiga on your blog or in publications, but please credit Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl and provide a link back to this blog.

I utilized the following in creating this work:

A free-use image by Susann Mielke on Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/photos/drip-yellow-petals-globules-water-1972411/

The Six Sentence stories prompt (the word Form)

https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2022/08/31/its-thursdays-six-sentence-story-link-up/

The Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt

https://godoggocafe.com/2022/08/30/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-august-30-2022/

Write a poem using the words “yellow”, “concealed”, and “timeless”.

I am also sharing this poem with:

https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/01/open-link-night-322-lions-and-tigers-and-bears-oh-my/

https://earthweal.com/2022/09/02/earthweal-open-link-weekend-134/

So's ya know, here is how I'm gonna roll with comments on other blogs.

There are currently 7 participants ahead of me on the Earthweal link. I will comment on all their posts so long as their blog allows me to. I sometimes have trouble commenting on WordPress or blogs hosted by Wix or other non-Blogger platforms.

There are 43 participants ahead of me at D'Verse Poets. I can't possibly comment on everyone's work. I am currently working on two new projects including this one plus attempting to edit and format some works that I have been attempting to edit and format for months. Hence, I am an overly busy bee who has not yet even eaten breakfast. I will open up good ole Random.org and let them help me choose seven people's blogs to comment on.

And that, Fiends, is how I roll.

~Ornery Owl Has Spocken~

With apologies to Leonard Nimoy, Gene Roddenberry, and Mr. Spock himself. The wonderful, terrible idea came to me like a flash--like a vision. I just couldn't resist.

Make It Happen Thursday: NaPoWriMo and April PAD Challenge: Invisible Participation

 

Image by mohamed Hassan from Pixabay

Hello lurkers! Long time no post, at least on this blog. Here's all the news that's fit to print or at least probably won't offend anybody too much.

I will take part in NaPoWriMo/April PAD Challenge and Camp NaNoWriMo this year. However, none of the poems I create will appear on this blog because I am compiling them into a chapbook for submission to The Temz Review. 

You can read the details at the following link and create your own chapbook if you like or submit other work. The deadline for chapbook submissions is April 30.

https://www.thetemzreview.com/submissions.html

To celebrate NaPoWriMo, my first poetry volume, Another Autumn, will be free from April 14 thru April 18. It is normally 99 cents to own or free to borrow from Kindle Unlimited.

https://bit.ly/AnotherAutumn

For those of you who have not yet subscribed to Naughty Netherworld News, you have until tomorrow to rectify the error of your mistake if you want a copy of my exclusive mini poetry e-book for subscribers. Subscription to Naughty Netherworld News is always free, so don't miss out.

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I'm giving shout-outs to the NaPoWriMo website and to Robert Lee Brewer of Poetic Asides for the prompts that I'll be using to create my chapbook this April. I couldn't do it without them.

http://www.napowrimo.net

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry

As always, thanks to Eugenia of Go Dog Go Cafe for the Make It Happen Thursday blog hop.

https://godoggocafe.com/2022/03/31/make-it-happen-thursday-9/

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Free use image from Open Clipart Vectors

Ornery Owl's head is full of flowers, poetry, and pollen

Here's the great Deep House mix that I was listening to while creating this post. I apologize for the "babes in bikinis" aesthetic. It isn't my idea. I'd much prefer some soothing ocean scenes. The video is safe for work although overloaded with scantily clad young women. 

I love my Deep House music, but it seems like most of the videos are created by randy straight dudes. I never watch the videos anyway, I just listen to the music while I'm working.

Here's the link in case you can't see the player.

https://odysee.com/@DeepHouseMix:e/Sharapov---The-Best---Selected-Music:8?r=GTwnGJ4fFBQfzuJgpHVpfKBKaC9b8B16

Toys in the Attic: Alone: A Modern Fictional Haibun

Alone: A Modern Fictional Haibun

Sabella took her art bag and a cushion and walked into the thicket to the east of Dark Lake. There was a picnic area a little over a mile away. She felt guilty for being relieved that the grounds would, more likely than not, be empty. Thanks to the Trump Virus, tourism was next to non-existent this year.

The thicket was shadowy and smelled of pine and loam. The gloom embraced Sabella like a pair of comforting arms, and she let her darkest thoughts surface. At sixty years old and in less than perfect health, she might not have a lot of time left. She was fat, she was diabetic, she was on medication for high blood pressure, and she had a mitral valve prolapse. She refused to have the valve replaced because she didn’t want to be on blood thinners for the rest of her life.

Sabella knew that she was everything that the youth-oriented culture created by advertising disdained. When her hair started going gray at thirty, she had let it go its way. When the first thing out of a doctor’s mouth was “we need to do something about your weight,” she was quick to fire back that she realized that her size made her a pariah in a culture that embraced nearly skeletal thinness, so the doctor was welcome to think that she was ugly as she had no control over other people’s thoughts, but she wasn’t here for yet another starvation diet.

“Let’s get the labs and see how well my thyroid medication isn’t working because it never really does,” Sabella would tell the doctor. “Let’s see if I behaved myself well enough during the last three months that my A1C is in the single digits. Let’s see if the blood pressure medication is working the way it ought to, which it usually does. Thankfully, the nurse took the reading before you had a chance to piss me off. You’ll find that the EKG looks about the same as it ever does. I’m here about diabetes, hypertension, hypothyroidism, and my mitral valve prolapse, Doc. I couldn’t give a gnat’s fart in a category five hurricane about trying to lose enough weight to squeeze myself into skinny jeans. I prefer to wear my fat pants and be comfortable, thank you very much.”

Sabella hoped that the doctor in Newport would be savvy enough to realize that this tough old bird wasn’t going to change and would prefer to address her conditions rather than her size. She’d run out of patience long ago with the sort of physician who wanted a perfect patient and believed that shame was an appropriate approach for anyone who didn’t measure up to his or her standards.

“Perfect patients would put these idiots out of business,” Sabella speculated with a wicked smirk. “Perfect patients don’t have any need for doctors.”

Sabella emerged into a clearing of lush summer grass and was pleasantly surprised to see that park services still trimmed the area around the picnic table. She sat down with the sun to her back, sending out a wish that she would be allowed to remain alone while she wrote or drew. She didn’t want to feel the touch of anything but the breeze. She wanted to forget her awful argument with Alex, but, as always, the memory of their heated words pushed its way to the forefront of her mind.

A tear flowed down Sabella’s cheek, and she brushed it away angrily. A brusque bite in a blustery draft burst through the soft, summer zephyr, and Sabella noticed dark clouds on the horizon.

“Fine, I’ll make it quick,” she sighed. “Here I am, rushed as always. I thought I moved here to relax, Uriel. Are you ever going to get around to telling me why you wanted me to move here?”

Not hearing a discernible reply from the angel, a directionless Sabella put pen to paper. Her messy cursive painted a heartfelt Senryu for her younger sibling.

 you are my brother

why must our bond be broken

sorrow in my blood

Acknowledgments

This fictional Haibun was created using the words cursive, touch, and forget as directed by the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge from Go Dog Go Café https://godoggocafe.com/2020/07/28/16154/ and the Baransu challenge from Carpe Diem Haiku. https://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2020/07/carpe-diem-exploring-beauty-of-haiku_20.html  

The image is copyright gayleenfroese2 on Pixabay. https://pixabay.com/photos/crow-picnic-table-mountains-park-5405099/

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Corrupted

Image by John Hain from Pixabay

You think yourself genuine and virtuous

A beacon of light for all the good people

Good people like you, that is

You're a real shooting star

You pride yourself on being a straight shooter

Straight from your mouth into their heart

And if someone is hurt by your callous words

Well, whose fault is that?

These special snowflakes need to toughen up

Some people have everything they need

Right from the start, pretty in a certain way

Always knowing they're wanted

For some people, it's always the edge of summer

Always hoping that this year will be the year

When everything finally changes for the better

You, amazing, wonderful, virtuous you

Dismiss these wannabe losers

With a sniff and an offhand gesture

You congratulate yourself for your ability

To agitate, to debate, to concentrate your hate

Onto the tip of your poison tongue

I'd rather go blind

Than be anything like you

For even a micro-portion of a nanosecond

You believe your vicious declarations are a gift

Truth straight from a horse's ass

To the hurting hearts of the world's outcasts

So sanctimonious, so contentious

No matter how you beautify the outside

The inside is still corrupt as a decaying casualty
 Of your insidious verbal war

When your words cause people to hate themselves

To consider suicide rather than live one more day
Among monsters such as you

I submit that you, not they
Are the failure, the loser, the washout
The unwanted, the unneeded, the parasite

Turn your eyes inside

And judge the real ugliness

That you find in your dead, putrefying soul

~Cie~

Prompts Used:

Daily Addictions (gift)

The Daily Spur (I'd Rather Go Blind)

Go Dog Go Cafe (edge of summer)

Laws of Gravity (shooting star)

Putting my Feet in the Dirt (genuine and virtuous)

Ragtag Community (agitate)

Word of the Day (gesture)

Your Daily Word Prompt (contentious)

Notes:

These words are not directed at any specific individual. They paint a composite portrait, illustrating a certain type of personality: the kind of person who believes in being harshly judgmental and "brutally honest," which, in reality, translates to: "I want a license to behave cruelly. It gives me a sadistic kick to destroy others. I act as if I'm the picture of perfection. In reality, I am covering for my own inferiority complex at the expense of vulnerable people."