NaPoMo Haiku Chase – day 4

3 new chases going! For the first 6, see this post: Haiku Chase Day 3

The newest chases are below. Choose any one, start a new haiku with the last line of any existing haiku, and post your work in the comments. I’ll add it to the next update!

7.
Bluebells and tulips
should never be both in bloom
But still—such beauty

but still, such beauty!
laugh lines kvell bubbe’s punim,
to hell with botox! (JS)

to hell with botox!
chicken fat, patent pending,
fresh from the schmaltz pot. (JS)

fresh from the schmaltz pot
pealing onions for fishstock
carp ogle glukel. (JS)

8.
Bluebells and tulips
should never be both in bloom
But still—such beauty

But still–such beauty
A forest of pink petals
Cherry trees in bloom (DD)

Cherry trees in bloom
Spring’s colors teasing my eyes
Wonder what might loom (LK)

9.
Bluebells and tulips
should never be both in bloom
But still—such beauty

But still–such beauty
A forest of pink petals
Cherry trees in bloom

Cherry trees in bloom
Petals fall, tears one year
after tsunami

after tsunami
heart heavy aching with grief
the sun insults me (KW)

the sun insults me—
how it shone the day after
though too far to warm

NaPoMo Haiku Chase – day 3

Yeah! We have 6 different strands going! To join in, choose any strand and write a new haiku using the last line of the last haiku in the strand.

Or, for the more creative or stubborn, start a new strand by using the last line of the foundational haiku (that’s the one that’s at the beginning of each strand). Or riff on any existing strand by writing new haiku after the 2nd or 3rd or 4th one, thereby creating a new strand like a new branch of a creek.

1
Bluebells and tulips
should never be both in bloom
But still—such beauty

But still—such beauty
the deer jawbone parched in mud,
teeth, even, intact

teeth, even intact,
ache, throb, clenched after reading
ice melts, white bears, dead

2

Bluebells and tulips
should never be both in bloom
But still—such beauty

But still – such beauty.
Seattle springtime washes
everything in gray.

3
Bluebells and tulips
should never be both in bloom
But still—such beauty

But still–such beauty
A forest of pink petals
Cherry trees in bloom

4
Bluebells and tulips
should never be both in bloom
But still—such beauty

But still—such beauty
the deer jawbone parched in mud,
teeth, even, intact

teeth, even intact,
ache, throb, clenched after reading
ice melts, white bears, dead

Ice melts, white bears, dead.
we pretend a misty dream;
Santa’s North Pole cold.

5.
Bluebells and tulips
should never be both in bloom
But still—such beauty

but still, such beauty!
laugh lines kvell bubbe’s punim,
to hell with botox!

to hell with botox!
chicken fat, patent pending,
fresh from the schmaltz pot.

6.
Bluebells and tulips
should never be both in bloom
But still—such beauty

But still–such beauty
A forest of pink petals
Cherry trees in bloom

Cherry trees in bloom
Petals fall, tears one year
after tsunami

NaPoMo April 3rd – “an infinity of outcomes”

an infinity of outcomes
Elliott batTzedek

such fragility in stone if
atoms began to unbond themselves my house
would be dust or even mystery for a future Ph.D.
dung heap missing walls, stone
having become gas

and if our planet’s protons, depressed by the state of
things, go all negative on us we might
find ourselves water or copper or
toolittletoolate-amonium

a change so small you can barely
understand it, knowledge dissolving into
chaos of no-longer-theoretical-physics
probability disintegrating into
pray lib obit or baby lip riot or pitiably orb

anything, in short, could so easily be anything
else and yet you lie by me quivering
cells controlled by some unknown, alien, invader bent
on making your nerves set themselves ablaze, a burning
doctors cannot name so cannot help so I

am again up late looking for healers: psychics, palm readers,
proctors of past lives, providers of snake skins or bee balm,
re-birthers, re-energizers, the energizer bunny, particle physicists,
particle board, anything that might be
an answer or that at the very least will not stare past us proclaiming
Some people learn to live like this
for in a universe of infinite realities this can’t go on being real:
you lying there, like that
me watching you, like this

NaPoMo Haiku Chase day 2

The founding haiku:

Bluebells and tulips
should never be both in bloom
But still—such beauty

A response from Lisa Wujnovich:

But still—such beauty
the deer jawbone parched in mud,
teeth, even, intact

My response to hers:

teeth, even intact,
ache, throb, clenched after reading
ice melts, white bears, dead

AND we have other first day responses you can use to launch your next haiku in the chase!

But still – such beauty.
Seattle springtime washes
everything in gray.
Dane Kuttler

but still – such beauty
in the deep of new-found grief
shattered love revived
Lynne McEniry

But still–such beauty
A forest of pink petals
Cherry trees in bloom
Debra D’Alessandro

and it begins – National Poetry Month (NaPoMo)!

This year I’m going easy on myself, starting with a haiku chase. I’ll write a haiku today, then tomorrow take the last line of today’s and start another.

Y’all are invited to jump in, too! Choose any last line, whether of mine or someone else’s, and write that haiku!

Bluebells and tulips
should never be both in bloom
But still—such beauty

April 30 – If you sit in the woods

If you sit in the woods


If you sit in the woods long enough
nothing happens

just the earth’s breath climbing and descending
the tree trunks copper-green in morning light

just your own body warming this spot of earth
your own heart beating

And you begin, like all creatures,
to repeat yourself—

the same ragged thoughts rasping
over and over,

the same yearnings rising like the tails
of startled squirrels

April 29 – Asah

I call my Beloved Asah, meaning:


a cool spring day, the sun
flowing warm on my belly
new grass dew washing
winter from my back,
writhing and wriggling,
flinging my fine four legs
free as falling whirlybirds,
while the world waits,
breath held, for
me to rise and run

April 28 – None of us deserved this revision

None of us deserved this


None of us deserved this, but still
we’d been tried, judged, pronounced guilty.
We’d believed that sexy was a path
to power, that all those slasher movie bloodbaths
meant nothing. We’d believed that our lives
could be more than what it had taken to survive
to now, to posting an ad for sexual services
for sale on Craig’s List. Undeserved,
how our lives were as invisible as our corpses
left to rot in brush. They have her torso
but my left arm and don’t know it yet.
My skull, current-carried, now rests
between Natalee’s legs and Laci’s head
in the great barrier reef of the disposable dead.

April 27 – In summary

In summary

She was one I once
loved. ¾ of lyric
poetry comes next.


Author’s confession – this was, at first, a several page long pathetic whining love-lost poem-like object. The point of lyric poetry being to describe the emotional flash, and not the narrative, I cut it down to only the last two lines, which serve quite well to tell everything that needs to be told and are considerably less embarrassing.