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October

Autumn Leaves
Autumn Leaves (Photo credit: oddsock)

Awk! October,

Slaps us sober,

Summer must lie down and die.

His fallen leaves her golden shroud

All things green are disallowed

With harsh cold breath he howls good-bye.

Then he begins his brilliant reign

Red and orange fire his domain

Bright harvest moon

The dark too soon

We gather up, we stay inside.

Watch him weaken growing older

Winter perched upon his shoulder

Gaunt and cold and hollow eyed.

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No T’s Please

soup challenge - hot soup!
soup challenge – hot soup! (Photo credit: Phil Dowsing Creative)

Challenging bypassing one ABC symbol, no?  YES!  However, we can do so.  Read on.

Once upon a many a moon

A wee lass used a crooked spoon

For soup ablaze and burned her lips,

Excessively hurried for prissy sips.

Spilled and splashed and cried aloud

“Nevermore such fire”, she vowed

“Only meals lukewarm or cool –

                                                      Feed me ice, and day-old gruel.”

Go ahead – endeavour now.  Hardly simple, wholly fun.  Headache soon follows.

H is for Horoscope Haiku

Horoscope readings can be enigmatic, bewildering and about as clear as mud.  I know they’re generously peppered with words like possibly, likely, might and may, so that no matter how insane the prediction sounds as a whole, there’s always some little obscure bit of it that is close enough to the truth to make you wonder.  Or at the very least laugh and roll your eyes.

Whiteboard: A l33t haiku and somthing else.
Whiteboard: A l33t haiku and somthing else. (Photo credit: blue_j)

Haiku is a little like that too.  Although originally it wasn’t supposed to be funny. The poems were songs, prayers, and incantations to the gods, meant to celebrate an awareness of the moment, holding all things in reverence.  A haiku is a sort of meditation, conveying an image or a feeling.  Of course if you’re not Japanese you’ll have a harder time getting it right.  But you can still be happy with your “English Haiku” efforts simply by saying what you think and adhering to the 5-7-5 syllable pattern.   Never mind all that stuff about season words, two-part juxtapositional structure, and objective sensory imagery.  Really.  I did some research and ended up with a headache.

But not a severe enough one to stop me from mixing horoscope with haiku and coming up with some incredible poetry.  That’s what I’m calling it.  You may want to describe it some other way.

Cranky love partner,

it’s time to pick a path and

try to heal the rift.

***

When you are patient

on the upside or the down,

gaps become smaller.

***

Make him a sandwich.

Love will bloom if you never

let him get hungry.

***

Don’t just go along

ignoring your best talents.

Get off your fat ass.

***

Try to get along,

accept all the differences,

nobody’s perfect.

***

A blast of romance

will broaden your horizons

with far-reaching change.

***

Happiness backdrop

if you travel far away,

persevere my dear.

***

My horoscope didn’t use the exact words get off your fat ass.  I improvised on that phrase and a few others.  Think haiku horoscope will catch on?  Personally I’m kind of hoping this is a one time thing and we never see it again.

Red

Sailing in the sunset

Red is the color of hot hot hot.

Flickering flames in a fiery knot.

Sails in the sunset, roses and hearts,

Fire engines, fire bricks, strawberry tarts.

Blood and valentines, cardinals, barns,

Redwoods and poppies and crimsony yarns.

Spirited, shocking, the color of lust.

Foxes, cherries, rubies and rust.

Scarlet macaws, STOP on a sign,Lapas

Chili, persimmon, hollyhocks, wine.

Rage and happiness, burning desire.

Tomatoes and rosewood and embers of fire.

Candy apples and raspberry hisses,

Terra cotta and lipstick kisses.

Red is a door and a heady perfume.

Bittersweet, bloodroot, blushing in bloom.

Sweet sangria, a robins breast.Ruby Tuesday

Punch and passion, pizzaz and zest.

Of all earths colours, red is the best.