Sunday, February 27, 2011

Haiku Monday: Peace

Peace be with you. Cock
crows thrice before morning light.
Benediction road. 

Mornings give birth to
Crowing rooster reminders
Peace be unto you.

Paradise gardens
destination seekers sow
peaceful opposites

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Haiku Monday: Perfume

Embracing sunshine
Yellow scented floral light
Amphibia  love.

Briny sea spray'd air
Perfect aphrodesiac
Salt scented courtship

 freshly mown Spring grass
perfumed air extraordinaire
checkerboard picnics 

Old Spice was my first
followed by English Leather
Man scented mem'ry

Olfactory hell
Surf brothers patchouli stench
Stupid girls kissed him. 

Bottle design by Louis
Henri presents Joy

Perfume bottle art
Soaring Lalique genius
Precious liquids both 

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Haiku Monday Winner

Congratulations to all the participants! It is wonderful so many made time to play our game when Saint Valentine's Day usually presents other priorities.
A belated happy anniversary to K9 and Big Dog . 

I absolutely understand the challenges of judging. My college professor friend studied all the entries then called to say she did not feel "qualified" to judge. She went on to say what a bunch of clever, smart people play this game. I have to agree with her, we rock!

So that has left the judging up to me.  Although I did invite Blowfish , my former college professor , to weigh in. Which he did .

Troll got everyone's attention early on with  talk of barbed privates! Blowfish liked his billiards, my favorite was the BBQ.

Moi made me gasp aloud with visions of something as coarsely tactile as a mountain goat being transformed into "gossamer cashmere". Blowfish had me read this one to him, with his eyes closed, 3 times. He was entranced. 

On the merging of the concepts of "tactile" and "Valentines" I must admit both Moi and Karl have it figured out. Moi with " skin on skin" and Karl with "spooning". Karl has the Blowfish nod here because he is a man born to spoon.
Lord knows spooning is a great full body tactile experience.

Foamy got my attention with images of cold seeping in but not overwhelming the effects of a fine morning cuppa. Great comforting images came to mind. Amazing as  coffee never touches these lips!

Pam and K9 reminded us  of the importance of animals in our lives. We all have heard, or read, pet stroking lowers blood pressure and heart rates. There is no question the pleasure of passage through warm fur is a benefit to all participants and, a key part of life for most of us. I continue to grieve for a beloved horse. Even awakening to the keen desire to run my hands though her sun warmed coat one  more time.

Pam also used one of her entries to illuminate the thorny issues in with the velvety petals. A fine reminder of life realities. What my  MIL  called,
" Taking the  bitter with the better".

In 17 clever syllables Boxer shared another afternoon of fun with her lucky nephew. I could smell cookies from here! Her choices of "knead-life" was perfection. In valentines baking, as in life, a "kneaded life" does indeed result in a "warm reward".  It actually did make me take a deep breath.

Does anyone think Aunty is a Brit with miniskirts and red streaked hair?????
Somehow that does not match up with the batiste I keep reading about. I 
love, love, love the animation haiku and think a prize is in order for this reason alone. But I did not love the  warty-hairy haiku itself.

" Mucid" Aunty?????  ick! But as a haiku very effective and I could smell the must and feel the slime. And the hook.

I did google up some haiku tutorials in an attempt to prep for judging.
Other than the 5-7-5 format, Haiku should not necessarily be about nature but inspired by nature. There should be a "kigo" which is a word or phrase which implies a season. Also there is the cutting word known as a "kireji". This
break can be in any of the three lines but it's purpose is to both break and unite at the same time. While it is a "break" it is meant to be used in a way which  suggests a parallel or a relationship between the two parts .

Giving points equally to subject, syllables, kigo and kireji,  we arrived at our top three choices: Moi/cashmere, Boxer/kneading, Karl/spooning.

Blowfish did not agree with my logic that a season is implied in Karls spooning.
Few of us spoon when it is 100 degrees. As well there are definitely "seasons" in relationships but  Blowfish stood fast.

Boxer's was at the top of my list because I loved the parallel to life itself.
Perhaps it is because I know I cannot " knead life" back into my own mother or Karl's or Pam's friend or Aunty's Granny. Would that  I could reap that "warm reward" and extend their final seasons. Even without the parallel is there much more tactile than kneading?  Blowfish would agree to a season of life but would never limit himself to a season for cookies or bread or cake.

Moi is our winner!
Blowfish ( who knew he was this literal) informed me wool grows in Spring and Summer, is sheared in Fall, worn in Winter. The "gruff wool" to "gossamer cashmere" to "cozy warmth" covered a fine range of tactile experiences.  How clever was it to use the word "cut" with "spun" to make the break? Well done!

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Saturday, February 12, 2011

Haiku Monday: Tactile

This week our Troll, Master of Haiku, will be participating in the Monday competition  rather than judging. In honor of Valentine's Day  our theme is "TACTILE".  The winning haiku should be posted in the comment section below using the 5-7-5 format. Participants are encouraged to also post their entries on their own blogs, along with their visuals. Please leave an "I'm up!" with your haiku so we know you have a visual  posted.  The winner will receive the 'Badge of Great Honor'  and one of these!

A jar or deliciousness from Low Country Produce! Handmade , handpacked, family recipes in a jar.
My favorite is their  Sweet Potato Butter; the prize will be a surprise but you can preview the possibilities at

Haiku Monday: Tactile

There is no warmth in
touching cold unyielding flesh.
Yet, I am sustained.

Wishing all an inspiring holiday weekend XOXOXO

Monday, February 7, 2011


Family History:

Mighty Missasip
Mama's 1st driving lessons,
Splash down! with children.

Teen Summer:

Sebastian Inlet
Glistening surfer muscles,
Command attention.

Contest Entry:

Romantic surfing,
Balance of power and, force.
Gulf tumbled lovers


Carribean pulse
Courses through  aged synapses
Moonwater good-bye


Amniotic warmth
silently clarifies. Life
in fetal waters