Crafting and Creating; Photography and Poetry
A second helping for Haiku Heights today, this one for a friend who just got an awesome job, on the other side of the country.
turning pages bring
new chapters in life’s novel
with sudden plot twists
precious time with family
last longer than toys
review class offer
tickets to Jekyll & Hyde
In the summer of 2002, I took a “Writing the Review” class taught by Christopher Rawson, the local paper’s drama critic. It was an awesome summer with excuses to go to movies, art galleries, theatre, museums, and more, all for school.
Our professor offered everyone in the class the opportunity to go to the Pittsburgh Civic Light Opera opening nights with him: free tickets to the show, the chance to write your own review sitting at the computer next to him as he composed the one that would be in the paper the next morning, and a tour of the newspaper offices. Out of a class of around 40, only two of us took him up on the offer (both of us older, nontraditional students). I went to Jekyll & Hyde with him; he even said he added a couple of my comments into the final article.
Also submitted to Thursday Poets Rally.
For today’s prompt, write an excess poem. In today’s culture, there seems to be an excess of excess–even with the state of economy. From an excess of advertisements and political posturing to an excess of electronic gadgets and debt, there’s an excessive number of ways to attack today’s prompt.
I can’t wrap my brain around
Caught up on the November Poem a Day Challenge!
elixir of life
Of course, they had to change the name of the book to release it in the United States.
Happy International Friendship Day!
Appropriately, I spent the day with my best friend, Tora, who is here on vacation from England, as well as a mutual, local friend, Nichole, whom I only ever seem to connect with when Tora visits. So this poem is dedicated to the two of them.
through this life’s chaos
time and distance separate
but friendship endures
surrogates for our own tribes
fighting the same war
The Steel Phoenix meeting went well; it’s a great group of folks. As usual, we wandered from Borders over to TGIFridays for dinner afterwards. However, I kept trying to fall asleep in my pasta. When we all parted ways at the end of the evening, I was left with strict orders: “DO NOT turn on the computer when you get home. GO TO BED. You can post tomorrow.” For once I listened, as when I turn on the computer, hours abruptly vanish. All that for what I think would count as a senryu, and I have four hours still to scramble tonight’s poem.
wild creature stalking
through a new urban jungle
but still the same hunt