white birds flap on screen
seventeen syllables
give or take a few
I've been intermittently com-posting some haiku on Twitter, late inspired by Liz Garton Scanlon's 11-year April tradition. Why not round them up, now that I've planned how to get peacefully and productively through all the meddlesome, tedious EOY assessments and all the emotionality that comes with the end of another year of 2nd grade?
By the way, if you haven't read this piece on that complex emotionality for teachers, please do. If you're not a teacher, you'll learn a lot, and if you are you'll feel deeply and well represented.
For Teachers of Children in Poverty, The End of the Year Brings Mixed Emotions
So here they are:
painted lady chrysalis
leaks neon blue and scarlet
inner beauty
alone, sun on my
burger, glass of rose'
cause for poetry
(in response to this one from @lisagerlits)
I ought to have a dog
to walk--for poetry's sake
if not his or mine
the round cans wax
then wane to empty drawer
cat food calendar
fat green
molecule of miracle
first tomato
ivy gone awry
persistent oils, tangled roots
hard learned lessons ooze
hundreds of tiny
deeprooted weeds sprout each night
they will not be stopped
the flaming plane
is not "out of the blue"
we see it coming
waiting all day
for the thunder to roll
sun just carries on
I'm so late with my post this week (didn't know I was going to do one!) but even so I'm sure that our host and my friend Margaret at Reflections on the Teche won't mind my tardiness. She has pi-ku so I'll be in good company!
