(g) OctaTimbre-haibun/MLMM/ Grass Warriors (10.25)

Grass Warriors
(OctaTimbre 8 words by 10 lines/ haibun combo)

Under the shade the grass does not grow
Especially where the roots of aging trees rise
Where little dirt seems to linger for nourishment
There has been an attempt to reseed areas –
But it seems the birds and squirrels dine
On the newly spread and watered seed offerings
The weather did not help this week either
Wind without direction swirling followed by heavy rain
Scattered loosely all about, what seed wasn’t eaten –
I still enjoy walking my yards full length

maples, pines, chestnuts
so many trees block the sun;
blades still, cut through ground

©JP/dh

MLMM Chevrefeuill heeding haiku
(I was inspired to write about what the rain did to our grass seed…)

blades of grass–
lost among the raindrops
autumn dew

© Issa (1810)(tr. David Lanoue)

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OctaTimbre: wordplay on the month of October; an 8 x 10 verse form:
Eight letters (same or different words, symbols), syllables or words by ten lines; in a single or multiple series of stanza. Created in honor of the month of October – octo being 8 and 10 – the tenth month on the secular calendar (by JulesPage September 30th, 2017)
Octa http://www.dictionary.com/browse/octa?s=t octa, octo meaning 8
Timbre http://www.dictionary.com/browse/timbre?s=t timbre because poetry can be like music

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(g) OctaTimbre haibun MLMM Heeding haiku/ Petal Memories… (10.11)

Petal Memories…
(OctaTimbre haibun)

As I wait for the frost to kiss
The roses; I think of a grandfather who
In his later years cultivated such beautiful flora
At least I think of the stories that
I have been told, since he passed before
I was born… he was better with bushes
Than people. At least that’s what I understand.
Roses have their own language without the need
Of speech. They perfume for each of us
Uniquely – perhaps that is the lesson they teach?

petal memories
soft and comforting embrace
autumn’s arrival

©JP/dh

Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille / MLMM
Please see post for inspiration/instructions.

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OctaTimbre: wordplay on the month of October; an 8 x 10 verse form:
Eight letters (same or different words, symbols), syllables or words by ten lines; in a single or multiple series of stanza. Created in honor of the month of October – octo being 8 and 10 – the tenth month on the secular calendar (by JulesPage September 30th, 2017)
Octa http://www.dictionary.com/browse/octa?s=t octa, octo meaning 8
Timbre http://www.dictionary.com/browse/timbre?s=t timbre because poetry can be like music

(g) Finally, Spring? (3.20) wp

Observing 20
Finally, Spring?
(haibun-type with Elfje)

Six twenty-eight this morning was the official time;
however Spring may be delayed as Winter hangs
on to the petticoat of warm hopes, like a child clinging
securely to their mother not wanting to let go for
fear of being forgotten, not ready to move forward.

Winters’
Tight grip
Seeks attention as
Mother Nature moves towards
Spring

©JP/dh

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(g) Spring Sigh (3.5) wp

Observing 5
Spring Sigh
(haibun with tanka)

How does one celebrate spring
When in the winter of their own life?
Difficult as it is to remain independent
The neighbor in his nineties, finally is
Accepting help from those who may yet
Become closer than living relatives…
Knowing and accepting limitations also
Means knowing when to ask and accept help.
So yesterday he allowed her to take him
To the local barber…maybe Monday for groceries…
Once home he’ll return to the reverie of youthful springs

age is a number
days are marked off as they pass
soon spring will arrive

even though the weather hangs
tightly onto winter’s cloak

©JP/dh

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(g) Spring Sentinel (3.1) wp

Observing 1
Spring Sentinel
(haibun with tanka)

Yesterday at the old farmhouse in the
Middle of the suburban neighborhood
At first glance I thought some debris
From the almost a tornado had precariously
landed on one of the chimney stacks
On closer inspection it was fowl…
A large black vulture to be exact!

The large American Black Vulture
Almost looks like a lost knight ~
With a helmet, short cuisse
And sabaton all of silver grey
not quite gleaming with a black cape;
Ready to bring winter to a close and
Rebirth spring about two weeks early

amid clearing mist
resting on a high perch to
survey the valley

solitary knight, ready
to defend against winter

©JP/dh


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_vulture
To the Mayan mind the vulture was observed as a death eater.
As a consumer of death, the Mayan felt the vulture could also
convert death to life. So, the vulture was considered a symbol
of cleansing , renewal and transformation.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Components_of_medieval_armour
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/03/01/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-march-1st-2017/
Because it sort of fits…I don’t have a favorite poem. I write poems…

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(g) Love 3 Revolutions /MLMM (2.3)

Love 3
Revolutions
(haibun)

Our hearts beat like that of the sun. A constant pulse –
Occasionally overshadowed by our racing brains.
blood a brilliant hue of red – if bled.
Who could possibly walk upon the sun? Though –
Too often we allow others to trample upon our souls…
Yet for those who are kind – we open our arms wide.
Ever careful to keep just a few secrets, for sanity’s sake –
Like what is it that is really at our core?
Are we really adventurous or a total bore?
That twisted traveled road sometimes in circles tread,
As only we can master our shifting often fraying thread –
Those burning dreams, oft forgot – once hot
Fade like burnt off morning fog once we raise our head

rising, setting disc –
a steadfast beat; even when
there are cloudy skies

©JP/dh

“Always there remain portions of our heart into which
no one is able to enter, invite them as we may”
Mary Dixon Thayer (b 1896 -)
American Poet

The Book Of Hearts: Visions of Love in Word and Image
Running Press * Philadelphia / London
© 1994

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/02/01/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-february-1st-2017-rising-sun/
See link for a photo

Note: Chosen quotes not in page order.

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(g) QKJ 27/ Just so I don’t have to cook, t’is all (1.27) wp

Just so I don’t have to cook, t’is all
(haibun)

Maybe when he returns,
though he’s been eating out –
He’ll be willing to take me out?

Though with winter returning
I’d have to bundle up –
We wouldn’t have to go far

We could return
To the local place, maybe not a
Favorite…no mess to clean

We can be found returning
To our two stools to the left
Of the bar – watch soundless TV

Then after we return
Payment for the bill, we can
Go home – and enjoy our reunion

cooking can be fun,
in my own space, but tonight
no chef’s role for me

©JP/dh

https://imprompt.wordpress.com/2017/01/27/qkj-27/
Write about your favorite restaurant.

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