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Poetry Friday: Classified Ad Haiku

Funny thing happens when family visits for the week: suddenly it’s Friday and you haven’t even begun the Poetry Sisters challenge! Luckily, this is the month we chose classified ad haiku/senryu.

These poems could also work for Ada Limon’s #youarehere project, because they give two glimpses of our back yard: three kinds of milkweed, empty again this year of monarchs, and a back porch covered with acorn litter. The tree next door, which overhangs our yard, is heading into a mast year — the branches are heavy with clumps of acorns that look like bunches of tan grapes. Lots have begun to fall and get nibbled by the resident squirrels and chipmunks, along with the hickory nuts from neighbor’s OTHER overhanging tree.

I’m not sure who’s in for this month’s challenge, but here are the Poetry Sister links just in case:

Liz @ Liz Garton Scanlon
Tanita @ {fiction, instead of lies}
Laura @ Laura Purdie Salas
Sara @ Read Write Believe
Tricia @ The Miss Rumphius Effect

Marcie has this week’s Poetry Friday Roundup.

Poetry Friday: It’s July

Chicory
by John Updike

Show me a piece of land that God forgot—
a strip between an unused sidewalk, say,
and a bulldozed lot, rich in broken glass—
and there, July on, will be chicory,

its leggy hollow stems staggering skyward,
its leaves rough-hairy and lanceolate,
like pointed shoes too cheap for elves to wear,
its button-blooms the tenderest mauve-blue.

(the rest is here)

We’re in full-on chicory season and I love it. I’d head over to the railroad tracks and dig some up to plant in my garden…if it weren’t for that last line of the poem.

Such a great reminder to let the wild be wild and meet it on ITS terms, rather than on our human terms. Such a great reminder to BE wild and thrive in whatever sidewalk crack we’re given.

What does July mean to YOU, where YOU live?

(When I did a google search for this poem, I was amused to find that I had posted it almost exactly 10 years ago on the original A Year of Reading blog. That’s when I chose the chicory for the background of Poetrepository, which is in dire need of updating.)

Margaret has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup at Reflections on the Teche.

Poetry Friday: Intelligence

Reading back in my notebook, I found this draft I wrote after the Poetry Sisters’ discussion of wabi-sabi. I was thinking about human intelligence vs. artificial intelligence, and I doodled around on RhymeZone looking at rhymes, near-rhymes, definitions, and synonyms. I rather like it that there is no rhyme for intelligence. Ranks it right up there with orange.

Robyn is popping back in from her summer blogging break to host the Poetry Friday roundup this week at Life on the Deckle Edge.

Poetry Friday: Wish You Were Here

Heidi’s challenge for the Inklings this month was to “write a short postcard poem with choice details of your vacation/holiday/getaway/escape location and activities. Conclude with “Wish you were here” or some variation!”

This past week, I spent two unplanned days in NYC. The actual plan was to go to an in-person workshop at Tatter on Saturday and then come right home that evening. But mid-afternoon on Saturday, my flight was cancelled. No problem, except that the two known-to-me hotels were booked up for the night. My third choice, the Hotel Beacon, was A-Mazing, so that made up for it all and I looked forward to a fun bonus museum day on Sunday before returning home that night…which was not to be, though, because my flight was cancelled AGAIN. After a trip out to The Mayhem Known as JFK in the Midst of Numerous Flight Cancellations (see photo taken from the AirTrain), I wound up back at one of my known-to-me hotels with a flight booked for Monday afternoon. I was just about over making lemonade, but I (metaphorically) sucked it up and spent a delightful couple of semi-cool morning hours walking in Central Park before spending the rest of the afternoon and evening in airports and airplanes.

My response to Heidi’s prompt is not a short postcard poem. It long, like my trip became.

But does this look like a sky worthy of a flight cancellation? I think not. It did rain later in the night, but still…

This view from the AirTrain on Sunday afternoon is, on the other hand, the stuff of understandable flight cancellations.

Here’s what the other Inklings did with this month’s challenge:

Linda @A Word Edgewise
Catherine @Reading to the Core
Molly @Nix the Comfort Zone
Margaret @Reflections on the Teche
Heidi @my juicy little universe

Jan has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup at Bookseedstudio.

Poetry Friday: Wabi-Sabi

The Poetry Sisters challenge this month was Wabi-Sabi. I just re-read the prompt and realized that Wabi-Sabi was supposed to be the title of the poem. Oh, well. I’ll claim the third truth of Wabi-Sabi — nothing is perfect!

In his book Wabi-Sabi Simple, Richard Powell described wabi-sabi as a philosophy that acknowledges a lifestyle that appreciates and accepts three simple truths: “Nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect.” I embrace this philosophy whole-heartedly in my gardening.

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Lawn
dappled
with clover.
Exuberant
mish-mash flower beds.
One raised bed all fennel —
buffet for black swallowtails.
Three kinds of milkweed for monarchs.
Landscaping by Wabi-Sabi, Inc.

Here’s how the rest of the Poetry Sisters Wabi’d their Sabi:

Liz @ Liz Garton Scanlon
Tanita @ {fiction, instead of lies}
Laura @ Laura Purdie Salas
Sara @ Read Write Believe

and Tricia has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup @ The Miss Rumphius Effect

Next month, we’re writing haiku that give away something. Haiku that could be found on your local Buy Nothing FaceBook page, or at the curb during your community’s Free-cycle event.

Poetry Friday: Snippets

I’ve been having fun pairing my (mostly) daily Stafford Challenge cheritas with photos from the garden and/or neighborhood. You can find these poems ephemerally in my Instagram stories or archived on my Instagram profile page.

Back story for the first one — our sweet peas are learning to lean INTO the garden from the fence where they climb to avoid being pruned by the deer that come through the easement and nibble.

The second is a closeup of a mimosa tree — I found one on a recent walk that had branches low enough to let me get a picture of those gorgeous blooms.

The last are balloon flowers from a plant in my garden.

Tabatha has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup at The Opposite of Indifference.

Poetry Friday: You

Molly gave the Inklings our June challenge — a quote from a talk by Pádraig Ó Tuama. Molly reported that essentially he said, “Write something narrative and by narrative I mean something that has story and observation to it…write about the first time you saw somebody who’s become a you to you…a you that you love to say…detail what else could be seen”… and let those other things convey what it all meant to you.

After listing all the YOUs in my life and writing about a bajillion drafts, I decided that my YOU for this poem would be the process of figuring out what to write about. My YOU is inspiration itself.

I’m scheduling this post on Tuesday because on Wednesday I leave for a week spent with family. I won’t be able to comment until it’s almost time for another Poetry Friday, but I still can’t wait to see what the other Inklings do with this challenge.

Linda @A Word Edgewise
Catherine @Reading to the Core
Molly @Nix the Comfort Zone
Margaret @Reflections on the Teche
Heidi @my juicy little universe

Tracey has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup at Tangles & Tales.

Image via Unsplash.

Poetry Friday: Affirmation

The Poetry Sisters’ challenge this month was to write in the style of Lucille Clifton’s homage to my hips, and choose our own body parts to pay homage to.

Listen and watch as she reads her poem. That grin (almost a smirk) tricks you into thinking she’s poking fun at herself, but nothing could be further from the truth. She writes against ageism and sexism and racism. Her phrase “I like to celebrate the wonderfulness that I am” became my battle cry. I am who I am who I was who I will be, but I AM HERE! Against all odds, I have come this far, and I’m going to carry on singing at the top of my voice…well, insofar as an introvert can manage, at least.

Here’s what body parts the rest of the Poetry Sisters are celebrating:

Liz @ Liz Garton Scanlon
Tanita @ {fiction, instead of lies}
Tricia @ The Miss Rumphius Effect
Laura @ Laura Purdie Salas

Janice has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup at Salt City Verse.

Image via Unsplash.

Poetry Friday: Conundrum

I wasn’t going to post this poem I wrote yesterday in response to This Photo Wants to be a Poem, but Margaret posted her poem “Road Construction,” so here I am in solidarity.

I am conflicted by what it means to be human. Some days more than others, but this month is one of those days. And wouldn’t you know it, my poem of the day today from Jane Hirshfield is “Let Them Not Say,” which just serves to reinforce these feelings. I am also listening the The Anthropocene Reviewed by John Green which probably fuels this conflict as well. Not probably, certainly.

We have done so much harm, and yet we do so much good.

We kill and kill and kill, and yet there are five no longer invisibly small black swallowtail caterpillars sprinkling frass on our kitchen table from atop the fennel in the drinking glass.

We break so much, and yet we can dedicate ourselves to repair, and gather around picnic tables in a community garden to form a mending circle so we can repair beloved articles of clothing and dream other forms of repair into being.

I am an animal, an omnivore, and therefore other plants and animals have died so that I can live.

I know that our oak and our neighbors’ oaks send way more acorns out into the world than could ever possibly survive (even if this were a forest and not a neighborhood). I do not mourn all the possible oak trees that were eaten by squirrels and deer or that fell on pavement and rolled away down the street. But I do mourn the ones whose brief lives I ended with my weeding fork.

What to do about this existential conundrum? I guess the only thing to do is to go on. And to do the best we can in spite of what we, as an individual and as a species, are and have been. Do the best we can do. Which Kate DiCamillo would say is to have a “capacious heart.”

Michelle has a capaciously generous Poetry Friday roundup post that is bound to fill you with way more hope and joy than mine!

(the photo is via Wikimedia)

Poetry Friday: Green

Even though I wrote about GREEN yesterday in my daily-ish Stafford poem…

…I just couldn’t stop thinking about this sudden surge of LIFE. I was inspired by Margaret to try a skinny. They are lots harder than they look!

This lush and juicy world —
green
above
below
around
green
sprouting
flowering
seeding
green
and juicy, this lush world.

Patricia has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup at Reverie.

In other news, the roundup schedule for June-December is complete!