A Knotty Problem
When she’s learning to tie her shoes,
crossing andlooping andwrapping the laces,
the slightest twitchof a nervous thumb
can cause a beginner to loseher places!HM 2015all rights reserved
Donna's twitch is more internal than external...
Twitch of Sick
When I awoke this morning, I was feeling pretty low
and then I knew just where it was I really had to go -
The supper last night was a feast and tasted most delish;
no doubt, it was, when it went in a meal that was nutrish.
In my belly plans were changed, a new itinerary:
stop at tummy, turn around, a U-turn’s necessary.
I almost made it all the way I raced to lift the lid;
“Sorry, mom, I know I missed, I’m just a little kid.”
- a kid who has a not so funny, rumbly tummy twitch;
a twitch perhaps is not the word - a gastrointestinal glitch?
--Donna Smith
Big apologies to Charles (whose title threw me WAAAY off and whose poem I missed--his twitches are internal but social rather than viral:
Mary Lee's and Diane's twitches are distinctly feline...
And Laura Shovan's is clearly canine (bonus points for including itCH and scratCH too)...
Rabbit's whiskers twitch
over the fresh garden herbs
it's his spring dinner
And Carol Varsalona captures perfectly tonight's big ??? about tomorrow's weather (which turned out to be "closed.")
Twitch of Sick
When I awoke this morning, I was feeling pretty low
and then I knew just where it was I really had to go -
The supper last night was a feast and tasted most delish;
no doubt, it was, when it went in a meal that was nutrish.
In my belly plans were changed, a new itinerary:
stop at tummy, turn around, a U-turn’s necessary.
I almost made it all the way I raced to lift the lid;
“Sorry, mom, I know I missed, I’m just a little kid.”
- a kid who has a not so funny, rumbly tummy twitch;
a twitch perhaps is not the word - a gastrointestinal glitch?
--Donna Smith
Big apologies to Charles (whose title threw me WAAAY off and whose poem I missed--his twitches are internal but social rather than viral:
SPEECH
Clothes doused in
perspiration,
Right leg twitching
like an
Over caffeinated squirrel,
Steady hums of
monotone murmurs
Surround me, until my
name,
Clear as a Wyoming sky,
is called;
Lumbering toward the
podium,
Clasping crumbled
pages,
I look out, swallow,
Whisper out the words …
“Good morning.”
(c) Charles Waters 2015 all rights reserved.
Mary Lee's and Diane's twitches are distinctly feline...
HUNTER
Cat at the window
silent and still
squirrel on the porch
oblivious until...
twitch goes the tail,
smack goes the paw,
zoom goes the squirrel
now crossing the lawn.
©Mary Lee Hahn
Indoor Cat
The chubby
cat's frame twitches
as she sleeps.
Sparrows taunt her
even in slumber.
Maybe my cat
sleeps twenty hours
a day because in
her dreams she
always comes in
for the kill.
--Diane Mayr
And Laura Shovan's is clearly canine (bonus points for including itCH and scratCH too)...
Roll OverJoy Acey brings us leporine (had to to look that up) twitches in her haiku--wish it felt so springy here!
My dog’s furry belly is pointing at the sky.
He wants me to scratch him. He wants me to try
to find the itchy spot that always makes him kick
and twitch, until he turns legs down
to thank me with a lick.
Rabbit's whiskers twitch
over the fresh garden herbs
it's his spring dinner
And Carol Varsalona captures perfectly tonight's big ??? about tomorrow's weather (which turned out to be "closed.")
Which Will It Be?Leave your poem in the comments, or send me an email by clicking the link at right.
The itchy, twitchy feeling
begins to swell.
I know it well.
People squirm
as weathermen tell.
Rain, snow, ice
Roll of the dice.
Which will it be?
Tomorrow we'll see.
When I awoke this morning, I was feeling pretty low
ReplyDeleteand then I knew just where it was I really had to go -
The supper last night was a feast and tasted most delish;
no doubt, it was, when it went in a meal that was nutrish.
In my belly plans were changed, a new itinerary:
stop at tummy, turn around, a U-turn’s necessary.
I almost made it all the way I raced to lift the lid;
“Sorry, mom, I know I missed, I’m just a little kid.”
- a kid who has a not so funny, rumbly tummy twitch;
a twitch perhaps is not the word - a gastrointestinal glitch?
My poem is here http://www.maryleehahn.com/2015/03/hunter.html and here:
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Cat at the window
silent and still
squirrel on the porch
oblivious until...
twitch goes the tail,
smack goes the paw,
zoom goes the squirrel
now crossing the lawn.
©Mary Lee Hahn
Wow, you guys are managing to be both faithful and full of great ideas! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteOMG! Mary Lee and I are definitely cat people! Here's mine:
ReplyDeleteIndoor Cat
The chubby
cat's frame twitches
as she sleeps.
Sparrows taunt her
even in slumber.
Maybe my cat
sleeps twenty hours
a day because in
her dreams she
always comes in
for the kill.
Hi, Heidi! Thanks for this project. I'm going to try to jump in every once in a while.
ReplyDeleteRoll Over
My dog’s furry belly is pointing at the sky.
He wants me to scratch him. He wants me to try
to find the itchy spot that always makes him kick
and twitch, until he turns legs down
to thank me with a lick.
Rabbit's whiskers twitch
ReplyDeleteover the fresh garden herbs
eating Easter dinner
I'm here again with another Spring haiku. Thanks for the fun.
Hi, Heidi, I have a twist on the word twitch. I incorporated my poem into my blog post that concentrates on winter as I know it, potholes, snow, water puddles, and ice mounds. http://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2015/03/which-will-it-be.html
ReplyDeleteWhich Will It Be?
The itchy, twitchy feeling
begins to swell.
I know it well.
People squirm
as weathermen tell.
Rain, snow, ice
Roll of the dice.
Which will it be?
Tomorrow we'll see.
Love that, Carol. I woke up at 4 -- nothing had started yet. I know that twitchy, waiting feeling.
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