Haiku – Fathers

fathers and their sons
gliding through time and silent
transparent water

responding to Pic and a Word Challenge

One-Liner Wednesday

i’m always late because i’ve been waiting all my life  –  me

 

For One-Liner Wednesday

Haiku

my nature daydream

frolicsome white seabirds not

covered in black oil

 

For Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge

attitude derrière/arabesque penchèe/satipaṭṭhāna

jogging is my meditation; ballet is my profession.

daily, five miles, each five hundred steps a move i must perfect using satipaṭṭhāna.

today, attitude derrière and arabesque penchèe in my romantic ballerina long tutu.

 

For Three Line Tales Week 120.

cigarette break

 

“How many times have I told you, Fred?”

“I’m sorry, Myrtle.”

“No more puffin, birdbrain.”

 

For 3LineTales.

noise

in the dark of the past night, my wife woke me and said what’s that noise? but it was just the house creaking.

i turned on our white noise machine.

woke up in the morning and made a joyful noise unto the lord in the shower.

city noises drifted in through our open bedroom window.

uh oh. noisy baby this morning. hope she’s all right.

and my car made some strange noises on the way to work.

in his cubicle, sam was noising off. with his promotion, he’s a big noise now. his pronouncements are causing a lot of noise at headquarters.

my lab instruments had an unfavorable signal-to-noise ratio this morning; the data  was noisy.

thank goodness the holidays are coming. we’re heading for the country. Nature, apart from humans, roaring beasts, flocks of starlings, volcanos, storms, and other natural disasters, does not make a lot of noise.

 

For The Daily Post.

lone wolf

First, a poem:

Fable by Janos Pilinszky


Once upon a time
there was a lonely wolf
lonelier than the angels.

He happened to come to a village.
He fell in love with the first house he saw.

Already he loved its walls
the caresses of its brick layers.
But the window stopped him.

In the room sat people.
Apart from God nobody ever
found them so beauitful
as this child-like beast

So at night he went into the house.
He stopped in the middle of the room
and never moved from there anymore.

He stood all through the night, with wide eyes
and on into the morning when he was beaten to death.


Next, my response:

wolves live in packs

the pack is family

an older female may be driven out

or leave to find another pack

that has a mate for her

a male lone wolf is not a good thing

he cannot bring down the favored game

he must eat the small animals

or carrion

he needs family

if he chooses badly

if his mind is not right

and he chooses badly

if worst of all

he chooses man

and survives

he must learn the way of the

dog

 

For Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

exploration

explored id, ego, superego. id won.

 

For Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge

crane

i craned my neck.

i was up on a crane with a camera and telephoto lens.

trying to get a shot of the ultra-rare frosty hill crane.

working for the bird-lover’s brotherhood, founded with a bequest from the estate of the actress jeanne crain (rip).

also funded by the ajax crane machine company.

ajax makes those little prize machines where the grabber grabs the little stuffed crane, if you’re lucky, and drops it in the shoot.

 

For Six Sentence Stories

so far

when you’re old and talking about life, “so far” can come to mean “that’s about it.”

not to belabor the obvious, but when you’re young, “so far” means the past is prelude and anything is possible in the future. the future and its promise gets whittled away as time goes on.

when you’re old, “so far, so good” can also gather some finality to it. the doctor says, well, you’ve had a good run, eighty years isn’t bad. it isn’t bad but why am i not consoled? who cares about the time passed? what about tomorrow?

i’m doing ok, so far.

 

For SoCS