As Alan Summers, a.k.a. haikutec, so helpfully informed us on my post about haiku, August 15th is the deadline for submissions to the next issue of Cattails, the online journal of the United Haiku and Tanka Society.
Yesterday I was looking through various haiku I’ve written to see which might be suitable and I came to a sad conclusion: I can’t tell the difference between a verse that is good and one I only think is good because I wrote it. 🙂 I write scads of haiku, but which ones to submit is a whole ‘nother decision.
Anyway, here’s one I concocted yesterday on the way home from work. Seeing the sun so sickly, a pale pink-coral overlaid with a hint of grey, calls out the muse in me. Smoke in the atmosphere does something to the sun you just have to see for yourself.
I’m so thankful this is all we see. It would break my heart to see miles of forest ablaze, to see first-hand the suffering and death of the woodland community. Anyway, here’s my haiku, good or bad, and a verse I wrote another time when our skies were overcast with smoke.
sun’s fire smothered
in a smoky haze
weep, rain, weep!
Heavy air smells of burning;
mighty forest fires rage,
send smoke signals wafting
across the province for days.
The animals, the birds, the trees;
my eyes water in sympathy
at their last mute cry for help
as they perish in flames.
Have mercy, Lord, on Your creation;
send them buckets of rain. Torrents.
But, please, no lightening.
My response to today’s Ragtag prompt: