Waffling Respect A haibun 1.14

Waffling Respect A haibun 1.14

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/01/14/heeding-haiku-with-ha-share-a-story/

Waffling Respect

Always having to be right – might just have a few drawbacks.
Or at least laughs behind your back. Surely you had to know
that we didn’t care that when you moved that you had to bring
with you everything you ever owned because you were so
attached to the memory and less open to making new ones.
And so you just had to move your waffle iron with you across
several states. Forgetting your mental health. Which we all
thought was debatable anyway…

And so it came to pass that all of us children visited at the same
time. And you could cook us breakfast. Waffles. But the batter
stuck. And while one suggested that spray butter – you refused.
Went into a tizzy thinking you prepared the batter wrong. A sad
song with so many mouths to feed. Then it came to pass that
someone else trundled through not hearing the others’ suggestion.
And without hesitation, sprayed the panel, which proved to be
the correct solution. The batter cooked and you shook, stunned.

After all who dared to tell you how to run your kitchen? Some of
the witnesses to this folly (I being one) had to snag another and
escape… our facial expressions would have given away our joy –
since you could not see yourself pout. Out we went, round the
house. To laugh until we cried. Like the Emperor who trod the
street in his best ‘see through treads’. You could not ‘bare witness’
to be corrected. So we erected our own memory.

ever wonder what
monumental moments are
savored behind you?

©JP/dh

Note: Children will always see things differently than their parents.
And then some children become… parents.

east meets west 1.7 for MLM/Ha

east meets west 1.7

http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/01/07/heeding-haiku-with-ha-january-7-2015/

Bastet invites us to use these seson kigo; one or the other or both
Snowflakes – Sunflower

snowflakes tumble
covering the world in white noise
sunflower dreams

© G.s.k. ‘15

*
east meets west

white frozen florets –
farmers field held many a
heliotrope face

just a few miles away so warm
that was then, this is now; cold

covered now with snow
all the sunflowers are gone
yet I face the sun

©JP/dh

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Evolution (Mine) 1.2.15 (three prompts)

Evolution (Mine) 1.2.15
Haibun Thinking
See: New Year Continuation (last week Dec 2014 first week Jan 2015
Al’s Sunday Photo Prompt
See: Dec 28, 2014 Fireworks
MLM Prompts
See: Ha: New Year

Evolution (Mine)

I used to be one of the crowd
watching every burst of color
as the magical clock struck twelve

I used to also stay up ‘late’ listening
to orchestrated POPs concerts and
watching televised fireworks colorfully burst

I used to gather with family
we would play penny poker waiting to
clink, drink from plastic flutes, and kiss

I used to watch that hour hand creep
I used to watch the minute hand wiggle
I used to watch the second hand tick, tick, tick

Then I evolved into one of those folks who
didn’t stay up late, glad to be home safe – let the clock
tock as I slept… zzz, wake into the New Year

one mans’ beginning
the New Year – starts with
each sun rise or set…

©JP/dh

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camaraderie MLM Ha : Music 12.24

camaraderie                                                            MLM Ha : Music 12.24
(uncounted haiku/renga short, long, short)

amused with
different beats; delightful
toys make noise

music box dancers
and foursided tops

sharing blessings;
flaming candle wishes
all that jazz

©JP/dh

http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/12/23/heeding-haiku-with-ha-holiday-music/

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in synch (series for) MLM and CD 12.17

in synch                                         (series for) MLM and CD prompts 12.17

so cold – teeth chatter
so numb, but not quite enough
to find rest in sleep

some friend to invite me north,
make me sleep on the cold floor

I was not prepared
to sleep as if on winter
grasses – such a state

after the fire was out,
the thermostat turned low

my skin like that of
withered mums outside the home
of the dark country

teasing the pre-teen soul that
expected comfort and warmth

even anger was
not enough to raise my hopes
of surviving night

morning came, not soon enough
mourning the end of that friend

my senses alert
I vowed to never be so
cold ever again

like blooming orchids
in a well kept greenhouse – I
would know constant warmth

from more than just the weather
I would also keep warm hearts

©JP/dh

Ha asks us to write about ‘This Chill’ and Chèvrefeuille asks us to incorporate or play
again with these past themes: Carpe Diem # 68 Winter Grasses, # 82 Withered Mums
and # 294, Orchids. And so I have… in synch (or sync) noun : (1930-35; shortened form
of synchronization) 2. harmony or harmonious relationship.

Also note: I do not think it is fair of anyone to host another (especially a child) and expect
them to understand and adapt to weather to which they may not be prepared for. The family
I stayed with basically had no heat on at night. In the middle of winter in Connecticut
it is more than just a slight chill that seeps into ones bones.

http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/12/17/heeding-haiku-with-ha-this-chill/
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2014/12/carpe-diem-ghost-writer-38-little-bit.html

reckless (MLM Haiku-Ha social issues)

reckless
(12.3-social issues)

all my milkweed has
gone to seed…company
for the wind

the breadth of ones sins; too wide
stoning – sympathy sidelined

until the tables turned
his blood diseased, seed dried
the end of his line

©JP/dh

Note: Prejudice is on any count is awful. The first haiku was part of a response
to a post for my friend Jen. But the seed part got me thinking about Aids. Since
National World Aids Day was December 1st. And how those who first proclaim
the disease selective and associated with evil change their tune when they by any
number of methods contract the disease and then want all the help they can get.

http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/11/29/heeding-haiku-with-ha-social-issues/

11.19 haiku series: …until… (two prompts)

11.19 haiku series: …until… (two prompts)

once green the chestnut
at dusk is withered; brown, gone,
buried by squirrel

dawns’ balloon sun hides
in the chill of this winter
fifteen degree – morn

layer your clothing
huddle in the crowd, stay warm
until blossoms bloom

©JP/dh

http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/11/18/heeding-haiku-with-ha-kigo-november-18-2014/

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2014/11/carpe-diem-608-dusk.html
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