Posting a haiku daily during February for National Haiku Writing Month (NaHaiWriMo) has me digging up some of these little poems that I’ve written and stowed away. Many were created in moments of reflection or times of sadness in which the haiku exercise was a way to process grief or tragedy. Today’s is one of those.
turbulent journey, abrupt and violent ending ~ now on the peace train
The suicide was my brother’s. His pain is over, but the grief ebbs and flows like the tide for all of his loved ones.
Spring is breaking out early at Glover Gardens, and the backyard is like a bird sanctuary. I have a new DSLR camera that I am learning how to use, and have taken to carrying it with me as much as I can when I’m outside (weekends only; I have a corporate job with a long commute). I am not good at schlepping the camera around yet and marvel at how pro photographers lug around all their equipment, ready to seize that great photo op when it appears. There are so many peripheral skills that they have to support the primary one of knowing what would make a great photo, and how to use their sophisticated equipment.
If you’ve been following Glover Gardens, you’ll know that I’m observing National Haiku Writing Month (#NaHaiWriMo)and posting one haiku per day in February. I started late, and it is a little more difficult than I thought, but I’m going to see it through. Fortunately, the backyard at Glover Gardens is a source of inspiration for me.
joy in my backyard: Mama Cardinal ponders life while I sit and watch
A recent story in the Extra Crispy blog / newsletter shares a simple approach for making this most ubiquitous of breakfast foods a “billion times better”. I share this as a service to Glover Gardens readers: I know how much you care about eggs, because whenever I post about them, you click like crazy.
I committed to posting a haiku per day – no matter how much you protest! – during National Haiku Writing Month (#NaHaiWriMo). But today, I’ve got two, nay, three haiku. It’s Valentine’s Day, and I would like to celebrate my own special valentine, the Grill-Meister.
– Don’t read this if you find other people’s love stories yucky! –
It has been a hectic year for us since last Valentine’s Day, the low point being the unexpected death of my Dad on our wedding anniversary in June of 2017. That was a blow like none I have ever experienced. Dad was the best, an amazing person by all accounts.
Dad and Tom in Galveston in 2014, two scruffy guys
Dad and me, Thanksgiving, 2015
I was so grateful to have a loving partner to help me ride those grief waves without drowning, and to navigate together the myriad of other challenges that were 2017, so I wrote this haiku.
Love Poem for the Grill-Meister #1
life’s pace, chaotic
different challenges daily
you are the constant
But I am at heart an upbeat person, and that little poem about the strength of Tom’s support of doesn’t reflect the celebration that is our life together. So here’s another haiku, the bookend to the first one.
Love Poem for the Grill-Meister #2
our pattern is love
our celebrations, daily
each of us chosen
And maybe there’s one more, this one reflecting why it works for us. A very simple formula for living happily ever after: acceptance.
Love Poem for the Grill-Meister #3
we gift this to each other
truly, simply, love
I love haiku, I love the Grill-Meister, and I love all y’all Glover Gardens followers. Happy Valentine’s Day, and may it bring you love.