My favourite haiku of yours so far, Jason; I initially misread it and chopped off the last line, yet it still worked! Thank you too for sharing how you create the accompanying images (also my favourite of yours thus far; those crabs do indeed look wistful.) Like you, I too think that poetry happens when we tune into the feeling dimension in and around us.
When I was 16 my friend and I met some girls and we all spent the day together wandering around in San Jose. One girl and I had some chemistry, or so I thought. I asked for her number that night before we all went our separate ways. She quickly jotted it down on a scrap of paper and I put it in my pocket. Later in the car I was dismayed to see the number she wrote down. 867-5309. My friend got a good laugh out of it at least.
It is bad news. What was sad was watching the store implode slowly: empty shelves, items not arriving "on the truck" as predicted, rumors of the store closing. It brought the supply chain chaos last year into sharp focus. Even the fact that that Rite-Aid had the best pharmacy around couldn't save it from closing. The whole company is shutting down.
Yes--this exactly! When i manage to catch the right frequency, I feel a poem with clarity, but most of the time it's just static or a station that keeps cutting out.
Thanks, Jason! Kissinger's death was the thing I'd seen most recently on the internet when I read your prompt, so that was what I went with. The haiku could work on other levels as well, though.
Love this and yes, I believe they do dream!!
Thanks! I think so too
You’re right, poetry is everywhere .
The hard part is being willing to accept it when we find it, I think
True that.
This Haiku popped into my head as I was thinking up a cartoon gag:
A snake sees a sock
as a comfy sleeping bag
or ugly sweater?
Ha! I love this!
My favourite haiku of yours so far, Jason; I initially misread it and chopped off the last line, yet it still worked! Thank you too for sharing how you create the accompanying images (also my favourite of yours thus far; those crabs do indeed look wistful.) Like you, I too think that poetry happens when we tune into the feeling dimension in and around us.
Thanks, Mya! I'm never sure if sharing bits of my process is interesting to anyone else or just self-indulgent.
Definitely interesting!
Sometimes ideas come from prompts like this one.
google search reveals
recipe for homemade naan
internet cookbook
Delightful! And now I really, really want some naan!
Intimate details
Get shamelessly paraded
When you love a scribe
https://substack.com/@jonathanpotter/note/c-44466500?r=5v6j7&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=notes-share-action
A quite true haiku! I enjoyed that Sherman Alexie essay
The Redesigning
Of a frog's home in a fence
Warms the heart and soul
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JbxE9myZrsg
That video is delightful! Great haiku!
Golden retrievers
love babies like humans do --
or like humans should.
Yes! That last line of yours, "or like humans should" carries a lot of emotional power!
Thank you!!
People born before
Nineteen-Eighty likely know
Jenny's phone number.
https://www.instagram.com/reel/CzeuwbLOMwj/?igshid=MjZiOWZlZGUxYw==
When I was 16 my friend and I met some girls and we all spent the day together wandering around in San Jose. One girl and I had some chemistry, or so I thought. I asked for her number that night before we all went our separate ways. She quickly jotted it down on a scrap of paper and I put it in my pocket. Later in the car I was dismayed to see the number she wrote down. 867-5309. My friend got a good laugh out of it at least.
And I was born before 1980.
Oh, bro. That's cold. Sorry.
Ha! It’s all good now. At least it makes for a great story
fallen on its side
metaphor for where we are
DC’s Christmas tree
That's a good one. Too much truth.
The rumors are true
Rite-Aid is closing for good.
Best pharmacy in town.
That's a good haiku and some sad news.
It is bad news. What was sad was watching the store implode slowly: empty shelves, items not arriving "on the truck" as predicted, rumors of the store closing. It brought the supply chain chaos last year into sharp focus. Even the fact that that Rite-Aid had the best pharmacy around couldn't save it from closing. The whole company is shutting down.
I was thinking recently that making time for creative pursuits leads to an upwelling of more.
Yes! It's like the act of creativity itself creates more opportunities to be creative.
I get a kick out of "tune your body to the right frequency", makes me think of an old radio squawking through static and occasionally hitting a song.
Yes--this exactly! When i manage to catch the right frequency, I feel a poem with clarity, but most of the time it's just static or a station that keeps cutting out.
Scrolling Notes I sigh
I post on Substack, but why?
Just a haiku guy
I love it!
When the old man dies
pale young ghosts in combat gear
lay down arms at last.
I love this haiku! I'm not sure if it's a reference to Kissinger's death or something else that I'm overlooking, but it's a great haiku regardless
Thanks, Jason! Kissinger's death was the thing I'd seen most recently on the internet when I read your prompt, so that was what I went with. The haiku could work on other levels as well, though.
Okay, I got one more...
Iambic is tough
Pentameter no picnic
5-7-5 yes!
Love it! Now I'm wanting to work on some Shakespeare inspired haiku