Poets Workshop

Tuesday ... tomorrow.

Write 3 separate haiku, not a 3-stanza poem in haiku form, but 3 stand-alone haiku about little things that fill the day.  Post under this thread.

PROMPTS:

• Did you enjoy your morning coffee?
• Wanna take a day off work?
• Is that your favorite sweater?
• Do you miss your parents?
• Are you sick of mashed potatoes?
• Do these jeans make my butt look huge?
• Where's my blue pen?
• How do I get clam chowder off the rug?

 

"It is with a strange malice / That I distort the world." 
 -- from The Weeping Burgher by Wallace Stevens

Profile Site of Patricia Gomes

 

            

She gets out of bed,
steaming hot tea soon arrives,
magic in the air.

Breakfast is easy,
a splash of milk on cornflakes,
dinner, is artform.

Bed! Just what is 'Bed'?
Poetry comes first and last.
I am called to bed.

Here are mine.  I managed four!

Three fish in a bowl
petals of orange splendor
blooms under water

Autumn tablecloth
sticky from morning juice spills
Wash, rinse, and line dry

Terra cotta bowl
smooth to the touch, undusted
on its top shelf perch

Women on the bus
trading beef stew recipes
Commonality

 

"It is with a strange malice / That I distort the world." 
 -- from The Weeping Burgher by Wallace Stevens

Profile Site of Patricia Gomes

 

            

My attempt - be gentle with me - it has been a long time - I feel like a born-again virgin. :-)

Blue pen where are you
I see red, orange, green and black
But Blue must sign checks

Frosty morning air
Sunrise hidden by the fog
My warm soft hoodie

Crisp early morning
Cubeville chaos, ringing phones
The lake calls my name