Below, I’ve generated a list of 100 random words. The idea is to read through the words, searching for a word that sparks your inspiration.
Then, choose no less than three words to use in your poem.
Media Trolls Rampant Phobic anguish Maddening ‘crisis’ trolls With sober concerns spread numbing self-doubt Rudehoax
The Crapsey Cinquain is a five-line, non-rhyming poem featuring a syllable structure of 2-4-6-8-2. Choose words that create drama that builds into the fourth line. The turn occurs on line five, the most important line. This is where you change your focus away from the drama in some interesting way. Cinquain poems need a title.
Let’s write our haibun that references the heart, in whatever context that you conceive. For those new to haibun, the form consists of one to a few paragraphs of prose—usually written in the present tense—that evoke an experience and are often non-fictional/autobiographical. They may be preceded or followed by one or more haiku—nature-based, using a seasonal image—that complement without directly repeating what the prose stated.
When animals hibernate in the winter, their hearts slow to a barest minimum for sustaining life. I often imagine frogs at the bottom of a pond or chipmunks in channels below the ground living life as a faint whisper one soft infrequent heartbeat at a time. In those long pauses is a mysterious hushed eternity that leads to an electrical instant of reclaiming life. Almost dead…ALIVE…almost dead...ALIVE…
Some say winter is a time of silence, of nothingness. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Can you hear it? Winter is a thrumming pause when Mother Nature’s life-pulse is the loudest to those persevering toward the Spring.
“Hush now” winter wind, Hasten life to fill the void. Her whispered rhythm.
We got some snow last week. I know that many people are inconvenienced by measurable snowfall, but I love it! It’s pretty, and most importantly to me, it makes all the insane “git ‘er done!” bustling slow to a crawl. Schedules are temporarily suspended. Either I was born one hundred years too late or I’m just a ‘stop and smell the roses’ type, but the pace of living often dismays me. That’s no doubt why escaping to the woods regenerates me.
I’m hoping Mother Nature will offer me a few snowier pauses this year. She’s been taking her own breaks from bringing winter on fully. Hey… she’s no ‘spring chicken’ perhaps she needs to pause too!
Rory, as usual, has offered a few interesting questions.
Should we fear the arrival of more progressive AI [Artificial Intelligence] or embrace it?
As with most things, cautious fascination is my default. It’s the same way I approach thunderstorms. They are wonderous, awe-inspiring, events but shouldn’t be met with careless disregard for their dangerous capability. Given that…my worry mainly lies with the ‘all for profit’ type of human innovators who time-after-time throw caution to the wind. A quote from Jurassic Park that fits this well is, “The scientists were so concerned with whether they COULD, they never asked if they SHOULD.”
How much time do you spend sitting each day?
Sometimes a lot (reading or blogging) and sometimes so little (from gardening or doing errands) that my body aches. I guess that balances out over time as a healthy lifestyle.
What is your proudest accomplishment? [Having Children not included]
Being an excellent childcare provider. I built a wonderful reputation and took my role of inspiring and teaching kids farther than what some might consider “babysitting”. Kindergarten teachers approached me on a few occasions expressing how well prepared and skilled ‘my kids’ were and knowing new kids each September had spent their ‘tender years’ under my tutelage made them happy. Some family members of ‘my kids’ have also reached out to tell me how pleased they were by what they had noticed the kids had learned. That included manners, life-skills, and being curious.
Are/Were you the youngest, middle, oldest or only child?
I have been interested in ‘birth order’ theory for a long time. Some psychologists believe that one’s birth order plays a crucial role in each of our personalities. The little day care ‘families’ (keep in mind that many of the kids spent more wakeful hours with me than at home) that grew up in my care often scrambled that dynamic by placing ‘oldest’ children in a group where they were the ‘youngest’, and so on. I was all in on “Birth Order Theory” at one time. And I DO think birth order plays a part in the rate at which kids mature. BUT, after years of my own curious study, I’m now convinced that most of our temperament and natural inclinations come from inborn tendencies. Our DNA has done much of the decision making. I could go on and on about my real-life observations, but I’ll spare you. LOL
I am the oldest child of three. I was also the oldest grandchild on BOTH sides. I got a slathering of attention for sure.
Sadje’s Sunday Poser brought to my mind a beautiful memory along with the usual ‘food for thought’.
Doing generous acts of kindness feels SO satisfying. I’ve often wondered if getting such satisfaction from it wasn’t a little self-serving because I get so much pleasure from it.
I’ve described doing such things as similar to Johnny Appleseed who spread his seeds hoping that some would grow. He didn’t need to stand around waiting for that ‘fruit’ because he had faith that some would take root. It wasn’t in his hands to tend them or even find out which ones grew. He got enough satisfaction from the act.
That’s how I see “Paying it forward”.
A few, maybe 5 now, years ago, a lady was walking through our grocery store wearing a gentle smile and carrying a bouquet of roses. She was about 60 years old. When our eyes met, she walked up to me and asked would I like a rose? (I love flowers but wondered what ‘the catch’ was yet there was something about her that made me graciously accept a rose.) Then she made my whole day and gave me a memory that still warms my heart.
She explained that she was the caretaker for an elderly woman who no longer was mobile enough to come to the grocery herself. The woman said that the elderly lady asked her to purchase a bunch of roses and hand out some ‘sunshine’ for her. (I’m tearing up as I write this.) I never asked for that beautiful soul’s name, but I assure you that her act of kindness has not been forgotten. I’m proud I am able to share it further with all of you.
Sometimes I wonder if that lady has passed on to Heaven. We all know that she would be welcomed home there. I hope she somehow knows how far that kind gesture has traveled.