I am laughing an almost evil laugh at an extra day in February from a month that has really given me a run for my physical health and mental health and my work, life, imbalance. And yet, it is really sunny out and the curtains are open and the living room feels warm as if to say, sorry about that. February is trying to make amends.
I forgive you, February.
But I won’t forget.
Here is my 6th haiku collection to share with guest poets chiming in, too:
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Because of ZOOM
Maybe just one load.
Well we need clean towels, too.
I can’t work from home.
Caller ID: Elementary School
Hi is this mommy?
I am Stacy, the school nurse.
Press panic button.
Flu Season
Can we reschedule?
The mom snuggle is healing
And, I promised her.
Community
Can I bring dinner?
Warm soup and sourdough bread.
Check doorstep, she said.
Cycle of Complaint
Why do I complain?
To hear what is not working.
Complain more or act?
My Favorite Sweater
Puke brown turtleneck
Cozy warm wool like a hug
I re-wear often.
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Guest poets from a haiku workshop I led at the start of the year submitted by attendees willing to be published and honor the poet within them, too:
A Walking Meditation by Jillian Reddish
Sitting still, I walk.
Leap boulders, jump crevasses
inside my heartscape.
Untitled by
Do rollercoasters
of emotions ever slow
enough to cry?
How are you ... really? by Katie Burton
Discomfort to growth,
Heart exposed to gentle breeze,
Fragile truths exposed today.
There is a poet within us all.
I do believe.
Share a haiku in the comments and let us start an Optional Optimism reader collection.
“A traditional Japanese haiku is a three-line poem with seventeen syllables, written in a 5/7/5 syllable count. Often focusing on images from nature, haiku emphasizes simplicity, intensity, and directness of expression”. (poets.org)