i knew him before
he died
inside
just like
his
father
before him
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haiku
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the original title of this haiku
root canal
Category Archives: Father
i am I am i
i’m god’s son and god’s
a woman and so am i
so there’s no difference
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haiku
Master Matsuo Basho Haiku & me
napowrimo day 23
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Matsuo Basho barbara turney wieland
the master …………………………. …………………………. the student
| 7 4 7 | the cry of the cicada the cry of the cicada gives us no sign that presently it will die. | the girl says hullo dada curls her fingers into his palm, beams upwards |
| 4 5 6 | ‘tis the first snow ‘tis the first snow just enough to bend the gladiolus leaves. | ‘tisn’t first frost each one comes to burn delicate fronds further |
3 7 8 | an ancient pond ! an ancient pond ! with a sound from the water of frog as it plunges in. | fresh coffee cup swallows sounds of water falling saltily on surface |
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that responds, in some way, to another. This could be as simple as using a line or image from another poem as a jumping-off point, or it could be a more formal poetic response to the argument or ideas raised in another poem. You might use a favorite (or least favorite poem) as the source for your response. And if you’re having trouble finding a poem to respond to, here are a few that might help you generate ideas: “This World is Not Conclusion,” by Peter Gizzi, “In That Other Fantasy Where We Live Forever,” by Wanda Coleman, “La Chalupa, the Boat,” by Jean Valentine, or “Aubade: Some Peaches, After Storm,” by Carl Phillips.
team dad
his favourite sport
was one-fingered
in front of the telly
when no-one was watching
it was thought
the private sport
of extracting dried snot
from his double-barrelled slot
for rolling into bullets
to flick into the carpet
was after-dinner entertainment
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enough!
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i catch myself in the intimate act
in odd moments discreetly
plumping for ugly pearls
to tuck into tissue paper
for later
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gotta laugh!
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not a haiku
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ps. i may or may not have picked this up from my dad…..
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btw april 15 2021
think about a small habit you picked up from one of your parents, and then to write a piece that explores an early memory of your parent engaged in that habit, before shifting into writing about yourself engaging in the same habit.
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