Good morning dear readers!
Today’s a RED LETTER day at our house, our 48th Wedding Anniversary.
I bought a card for my dear hubby. It’s here somewhere! I squirreled it away for safe-keeping…
Sad to say, current efforts to locate it have proved fruitless, which means today may well evolve into a house-cleaning spree. It’s about time I sifted through my several drawers full of writing paper, note pads, greeting cards, new envelopes I might someday use, etc. Isn’t it amazing how drawers fill up until you can’t find anything you’re looking for in them?
My husband has been doing some sifting through old papers, too, which has lead to a box of docs to feed into the shredder. Yesterday I worked at this awhile, which in turn gave me some haiku on the subject.
statements, bills, receipts
bit by bit I feed ten years
into the shredder
old love letters
shredded and recycled
Sometimes when I can’t fall asleep, I like to read or recite easy poems; often I choose haiku. For some reason I find these short verses so relaxing; I can lose my daytime thoughts in the simple concepts and scenes.
For example this verse by Shiki: blue evening sea… from spring islands near and far new lights are shining
I’m not one to read a lot of mystic symbolism into these verses, but can easily imagine standing on the shore beside this writer and looking across the darkening sea at those specks of light from the sleepy villages on those islands.
One problem of reading haiku just before bed is that pictures and ideas start coming to mind. Before long I have to go find a pen and paper so I can write them down.
Some of mine are melancholic:
oh, churning waves return to the deep seas take my tears with you
And some verses that come to me are amusing:
bemused cricket crawling up the scarecrow’s pant leg country back roads
I wonder how many of you got to see the “blood moon” this morning? I got up at 7:15 am and glanced out our south window to see stars twinkling brilliantly in a black sky. No moonlight, though.
My husband had reminded me before bed that there would be an eclipse in the early morning, so I stepped out and had a look around. Took some looking but I did find the moon, pretty much at full eclipse, and it definitely did have a bloody appearance. I checked again from time to time as the earth started to move away. These natural phenomena are always intriguing.
In honour of this “blue moon” and lunar eclipse event, I’ll post some lunar haiku I’ve written in the past:
midnight poems composed when sleep won’t come
only the moon is clear
In the wee hours he wanders, bleary eyes full of moonshine
even to the drunkard snoring in the alley the moon is kind
My friend, blessing rare,
jewel of my memories,
depth of wisdom probed
Monday morning and the laundry is a-washing. I’ve been sorting through some older posts on another blog and found this haiku. Hope you enjoy it.
I’m thankful for precious friends like this. Friends with insight and heart. Friends with whom I can share any thoughts or regrets and know they won’t rebuke me for my errors or ridicule me for my ideas. I hope you have a friend like this, too. 🙂