Feb 8 Open
door opened after the heat – fine invisible rain
not open-minded so much as blank no haiku
stinking hot neighbour swears through open window
Feb 9 A mirror
I hold the mirror to the light - all flash no image
when that car in the next lane vanishes from your mirrors
Feb 10 Wiped
saw him off with a kiss closed the door wiped her mouth
wiped the mirror – her mother still stared back
Feb 11 Clean
clean desk – sign of an empty mind?
cleans the wall – fingerprints scrabbling to get into Mexico
dead spider – no insects in this clean house
rain-cleaned air – humidity restores sticky skin
Feb 12 It (use the word but don't say what ‘it’ is)
it rises we gasp perspire seek cold water
momentary breeze it falls white to the grass
is it a bird is it a plane, no it's ... too high to tell
Feb 13 Is (use this specific word in your poem, but try to be wary of introducing too much judgment into the poem)
weeks of over 40C global warming is
Goddess Isis is (not terrorISt)
February 14 A way (of)
small bright feather blows towards me away
finding a way into my closed yard – water dragon
cat under table a way of controlling thunder
Link: NaHaiWriMo on facebook
Also linking to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #343
You were really inspired here, Rosemary. I smiled at the clean desk being possibly a sign of an empty mind...ha! And also found myself nodding about wiping the mirror, but still the mother stared back. I like your short works very much.
ReplyDeleteNeed I add, if that's right about the clean desk, I am in no danger! LOL
DeleteFor me, it's the hands scrabbling to get into Mexico, except I would alter to say, to get into Canada/Mexico. And yes, I have laugh at the clean desk, as I have used a variation of that myself. Totally organized chaos girl, here. :)
ReplyDeleteI take your point, but I was trying to be ironic, given that the threatened wall is supposedly to keep people from getting IN.
Deletemomentary breeze it falls white to the grass... my favourite among some wonderful lines..
ReplyDeleteOh this is lovely!❤️ Especially like; "small bright feather blows towards me away finding a way into my closed yard – water dragon cat under table a way of controlling thunder."❤️
ReplyDeleteBeautiful experimental poetry. Just why is Australia so much hotter this year, because even I have had enough?
ReplyDeleteI love the spare hit of each visceral image ...
ReplyDeleteEach one a gem, Rosemary! Loved them.
ReplyDeleteI'm absolutely loving this one-liners, Rosemary. My favorites are the second one on the 12th and the last on the 13th. The first because the imagery is breathtaking, and the other because it's so very timely.
ReplyDeleteWhat fun! And quite insightful. I see mom in the mirror, too, and there's the desk thing--no danger here. Such "a way" with words and innuendos!
ReplyDeleteLove them all, but most the wiping of the mirror staring back... (for me it's my father coming back again)
ReplyDeleteFun and insightful!
ReplyDeleteI had a good giggle at "wiped the mirror – her mother still stared back". No amount of wiping erases the contours provided my DNA.
ReplyDeleteLovely gems!
ReplyDeleteI like reading your haiku, Rosemary. Little pictures into your world.
ReplyDeleteThere is something profound in these one-liners---Brevity at its best!
ReplyDeleteLove the strength of your imagery,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
These are wonderful little 'bursts'. "wiped the mirror – her mother still stared back" certainly resonated with me ... a sight that I have a very complicated reaction to. lol.
ReplyDeleteI especially like Feb 9 and 10! Gorgeous rose header photo, too~
ReplyDeleteIs it a bird, is it a plane, no it is too high to tell...that made me smile.
ReplyDeleteGreat one-liners. They are more challenging as they are more restrictive than other free verse types!
ReplyDeletehttp://imagery77.blogspot.my/2017/03/there-was-no-sense-of-purpose.html
Hank
The cat under the table has great power!
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