Wednesday, 8:17 am

Sam sits on my lap
Fingers push keyboard letters
We wait for school to start

May 6: 8:54 am. Bakersfield. #aros #micropoetry

Heat withers my writing muse here on this, my beloved porch. May 6, too early for such 8:54 am fever. Bakersfield.

Sunrise ~ April 5

Pink clouds swim to west ~
 in blue ocean water sky ~
refreshing morning.

Sunrise: April 1, 2011 ~ Two Small River Stones

Eastern sky brightens ~
chaotic rooster choir sings ~
Kern County dawn breaks

Sliver of a moon ~
greets the sun as she rises ~
amber reflections

Early Morning, March 23 (A Tanka)

I walk through the door ~
Get Sam's backpack from the car ~
Mulberry leaves sprout ~
Smile stretches my face open ~
I see what is important

Coming Close to Her

(in honor of the 3*19*2011 Super Moon)

Just spotted her face ~

wind announces our meeting ~

misty, white cloud veils

2 Sunrise Haiku: 3/3/2011

Winter's end crisp blue ~
grey renaissance sculpture clouds ~
gold rays peek through pine

Windchime waits in silence ~
green Camry makes up its mind ~
breathes into right turn

Haiku Daily Challenge #19 - Debris

I've been absent for a few days... and now, I am back. Relieved and grateful.

DEBRIS

Pale splinters, sawdust
hopeful cedar entrails
unrestoration

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Daily Haiku Challenge - Day 15 - Solitude

Wildflower mattress

Alone, Lower your worries  -
Within yellow buds

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Shadow hello... A Micropoem on February 14, 2011

I noticed shadows in my nature journal page

sketch of the tree on the corner of

 La Cresta & Alta Vista.

The sun briefly came to play

Early Sunrise ~ February 14, 2011

blue-grey snake uncoils ~
Marshmellow cloud fluff ~
hills spurt orange

Daily Haiku Challenge: Love... In the Name of....

flames flicker in shapes
we elect to see meaning
does that hand say stop?









(because I refuse to be predictable)
This prompt is from the Daily Haiku Challenge.
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Daily Haiku Challenge - Day 13 - Grumble

I read the prompt and heard the sounds of long ago. Thank you, SIS, for your daily Haiku Prompting. (You may write along with us, too, if you click here. Try it!)

This Photo was created by "MiniTar" of the artist photographers
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Low nattering threats
Volcanic anger ashes
Shouts beyond grumbles

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Sunrise: February 10

Mountaintop crown glows
Coronation hour is now
Twenty four hour reign...

Daily Haiku Challenge: Day 10

Vanishing world

Empty chamber, prison-like

~ Move to the exit ~










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Daily Haiku Challenge: Day 9 - 21 Years Old

I'll never know if
Her laugh would lilt, scrape or lift
Born into silence




My daughter, Marlena, would be 21 years old today.
She died at birth.

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Daily Haiku Challenge - Day 8: The Day Before

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Before the shock came

My heartbeat mimicking yours ~

Those last lilting steps

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The Daily Haiku Challenge: Day 7 ~ Anger

Anger knows him well
Daily frustration sandwich
He can't put in words...



Emotions are challenging for children on the autistic spectrum. This season has been exceptionally trying for my son. Praying he moves through this quickly. 

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Daily Haiku Challenge: Day 6 = Leaf to Heart to Eyes

Scent moves beyond eyes
Lifts them to scan heaven's heart
Each leaf brings God's light




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Daily Haiku Challenge: Day 4 =

Form leaves impression
 
Sculpting movement into sand
 
Solo journey ends






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Is Not

Breath of the "is not" ~

Pouring forth grapes from her womb ~ 

Allow pain to work

Amused by February's Sunrises

Small stone month is complete YET I have to continue sharing stones because... it was what I did before Small Stone month and... it is what I will continue to do.

One of my favored methods of "small stoning" was to write the sunrise and the sunset. Here in Bakersfield in January we had a true "I can see you sunrise" once or twice at best. Otherwise, I was left to be ultra creative with my stones.

February began with a bold "Ta-Da! I am here in all my rosy glory!"

So here are my first two sunrise stones for February:

February 1:
Ribbons of pink and gold sprint in the early morning light while the neighboring mountains applaud.

February 2:
Rose blush flirts with the morning star ~ Prelude to blasts of orange and gold now appearing ~ sun shows his peacock wings

Happy February, Friends!

Sunrise. January 27

Sun friend still unseen ~
I know she is there, right there ~
I miss her presence.

Sunrise: Where are You?

Dark and light, meet, ethereal force

Sun attempts to push through the mist

Not now, not yet, soon...

Sunrise: January 24, 2011 ~

Like icebergs, fogbergs float on the air sea.

We paddle in circles lamenting sightlessness or

move forward with trust until suddenly

without reason, we meet the sun...

Pilgrims and Poets Walk & Write Again

Pick up foot
Put it down
Scribble words
Move the pencil
around
Again
Listen
Again
Look beyond
Again
Pick Up
Again
Put Down
Again
Write
Again
Love
Again
Love
Words
Again

Early Morning Writing: January 23, 2011

weighty clock tick
graphic brick fingers tapping the keyboard
dense hope "something meaningful
floats to the words on the page"
sludge slowly sweeps
through the room

Sunset: January 22, 2011

Sun closes in on the horizon, changes from amber to gray.
Chill blows waves in the river.
Five birds fly in a V
The path to sunset

Sunrise, January 21, 2011

Lavendar-Gray prelude: 39 degrees. Gold orb emits dust bullets, slicing through finicky mist., insisting to be seen.

Moon Set/ Sunrise January 19, 2011

Today's Moon Set: a gallant gentlemen, tucking the darkness in his jacket pocket as the ingenue sunrise whispered, "Wait!" #aros

Sunrise: January 18 #aros

a black and white polaroid photo getting brighter rather than a red-orange-rose colored trumpet...

January 17 Stone on a Monday Morning

Scent of homemade applesauce cooking.
Coffee in my cup.
Ancient pencil in my hand.
My notebook open.
Overcast sunrise.

Once Seen, there was no choice

Once seen, there was no choice ~ Feet pushing gravel, camera in hand,  

One question alone:

how many photos would be taken while the tank got its fill?

January 15: A River of Stones in the Fog

low resting fog stands
grey flecks on a table cloth
coffee warms my mouth

Nature Journaling on Alta Vista Drive ~ #aros on 1/14/2011

Sketch Walk Sketch Walk Walk
This bud will flower in weeks
Watch: I'll draw its growth ~

= = =

I have started keeping a nature journal, well, loosely.

I seem to be most consistent in tracking the sunrise or sunset, though I have also attempted to sketch the nature in my neighborhood.

Most importantly, I enjoy the heck out of it and am devoted to learning the names of my neighborhood natural life...

= = =
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Conversing with Birds

The Adult Me Never That Is...
Until my renewal walk, today
Conversed with my neighbor birds
In their native whistle-tongue
How do I write their phrase
seee seeee sawwwww
seee seeee sawwwww
So you may hear it too?

I said,
"see seee sawwwwww"
and he bantered back
"see seee sawwwwww"
and eventually showed
himself to me....

In Reverse (#aros poem)

The words were put in reverse
and backed out the curving driveway
of my life. I felt my spine meet with
the feather mattress and decided
for today, it was just fine to
bid them an apathetic goodbye

#Aros January 5, 2011 - Palm Reflections

Preface: I realized I was writing my stones with much less joy because I was so worried about the Stone Rules. Crazy, especially coming from free flow Queen that I am. So today, my stone is not a haiku and isn't even micropoetry. It is short. It is a moment in time. It is just a larger than I have been writing stone.

And it feels just right....

Palm Reflections

My shoulders lunge and my
breath stabs in-startled,

I see the gnashing scar in the
trunk of the palm tree I cherish
The one that lives just outside
my living room bay window ~

"Ouch!" my heart shouts in
loving compassion
and then I realize

it is just the yellow reflection of the camp-turned-art
table, shining its reflection in
 the window I look through
All is well

Just as it would have been
if the tree trunk was dented
and my heart tore open
a little wider
all is well

Wax (#aros January 3, 2011

Candle split, wax floods                 
from its middle implosion
not from either end....

What? (#aros January 2, 2011)

Camera in hand
"Find a point of interest."
Inhale the beauty....

Bridge

Hole marks incomplete
Live ~ "My love, you are a bridge..."
This new year calls me....