Tag Archives: haiku


I can climb mountains!
(you may call me superjenn)
the laundry is done.

Haiku for you

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All I want to say

so much in my head
and my heart overflowing-
yet, no time to post.

Haiku for You

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Peaceful slumber

Our bird died today.
As I held him in my hands
he took his last breath.

Em, Andrew and me
the full funeral party
sang “bye-bye birdie”.

We called him ‘uncle’
the celibate, doting, friend
to the mating pair.

Quietly he’ll rest
the sleeper of our garden
under peace and love.

Haiku for you

I used to link these to site which hosted Haiku Friday but as I can’t find that anymore and feel like I owe Leslie this link anyway, I am now linking my haiku to her place. She’s terrific, just in case you didn’t know, and just in case you’re not reading her yet, you really should. You’ll find her here.  In addition to being a brilliant writer, mother, wife and human being, she also writes a haiku every day. Also, it’s her fault I ever began writing them, or  writing them this time around, anyway.  The initial fault for my haiku obsession lies with my fifth grade teacher who introduced the art form. But, seriously, that’s a bit beside the point isn’t it?  I mean, how do you link to your fifth grade teacher, anyway?  Leslie is the originator of the Haiku Buckaroo contest which I have entered faithfully since it’s inception, but have yet to master. So, her fault, her link. Now, go read her.

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Village Pub


Belly full of food:
bangers, mash, and autumn beer
Digestion delight

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On youth and jubilance

giggles punctuate
each bounce of the yellow bus
as the wheels go round

 Hey, are we there yet?
I think I need the toilet.
5-year old madness!

 Addicted to joy
a Kindergarten field trip
is chaos I love.

Kindergarten trip

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Breathing it in

Crisp, cool, morning air
Running rain over rooftops
Feels like autumn here




Under the Wire

If I were to confess here my all-time favorite  blogs I read, or perhaps my favorite bloggers, or better yet, my favorite people in the world you would find a recurring entry on each list.  She keeps vigil at My Mommy’s Place. Her name is Leslie. She’s not just an amazing writer, an exceptional mother, a caring friend, and a fantastic human being, she is also a most skilled haiku writer. Can that be verb-ified? She’s a haikuer par excellence. Seriously, no kidding. I’ve never known anyone who can convey as much in so few syllables. 

Leslie runs a  contest a couple of times each year called The Haiku Buckaroo wherein she invites bloggers and non-bloggers  alike to get their haiku on with her and enter the competition for the title.

If you’ve spent anytime reading me at the old place, you know I like to haiku too. You’ll also remember that I’ve been vying for that winning title every. damn. time. she. runs. this. contest.

So, I can’t let this opportunity pass without throwing my mish-mash of 17 syllables in.  Because, seriously, I want that mug.

If you’re at all inclined (Brillig, I KNOW you want a piece of this) then hurry, hurry, hurry and enter too. You’ll find details at the ever lovely, vivacious, talented, wonderfully sexy, totally terrific Leslie’s blog. But don’t take my word for it that she’s all that, go read her and see for yourself. You’ll be a fan. (but, uh, not her #1 fan, because that’s me)

Trust me on this.

It’s not forgetting
more like misremembering
Pay speeding ticket!
Little hands in paint
Drop cloths like Pollack paintings
Color for his room
my old memories;
not misty water colored
but precious. crisp. fresh.
there is a something
unamed, unearthly, unknown
connecting us here
He can count to ten
and onward to seventeen
but fourteen’s said twice
match made in heaven
teenager plus new x-box
true love forever
this country no longer mine
was I gone too long?
I adore my man
He tells me he adores me
I like that in him
Haiku for contest
I am drumming my fingers
and counting it out
Bright in my garden
the nightly dancing faeries
fireflies alight

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