I’ve been writing with my poetry sisters (Tricia, Kelly, Tanita, Laura, Andi, and Sara for a long, long time now (and we’ve recently welcomed Sara’s daughter, Rebecca). During this past year, though, the wheels came off a couple of times. I missed posting at least twice, and we tossed the towel in on a bigger project that was not feeling productive or poetic or, well, fun.
Still, the new year rolls around and I yearn for poetry plans. I yearn for the inspiration and the accountability. And, mostly, for the camaraderie. It turns out we all do!
So, here we go again with a few new twists (as always). For one, we’ll be posting on the last Friday of each month instead of the first (and that may or may not be because we simply didn’t have our acts together earlier this month). Also, we’ve got a couple of themes we’ll revisit several times this year. Two of those are vision puns (thank you, 2020) — foresight and hindsight. What a time — at the end of one decade and the beginning of another to look forward and back, right?
And that’s where we’re starting today — with foresight in the shape of a haiku. Apologies that mine emerged a little wet and dark — I guess I felt resistant to leaving this present moment! Anyway, here goes — and happy new year, friends. May the poetic moments abound…
Haiku
January, 2020
Today’s storm ignores
the foresight of umbrellas;
drops fall as they may
Now, enjoy my sister’s poems, too!
Laura
Sara
Tricia
Tanita
Andi
Kelly
Rebecca
And Jone Rush MacColloch is hosting Poetry Friday at Deo Writer.
Carry on, folks!
Oh, Liz, this instantly put me in mind of Amy Krouse Rosenthal. And den of storms, both literal and figurative, from wildfires to cancer. Thank you for being an umbrella!
Isn’t that the way of it? The umbrellas we hang onto aren’t always the shelter we need! Storms get to us, anyway. Thank goodness for poetry, and friends, and the sun coming out often enough to let us start over. I’m so glad we’ve begun 2020 together.
Wet and dark? No problem with me. I enjoyed your haiku. Umbrellas don’t cover everything.
So true- rain falls where it will. Thank God that’s not always a bad thing! Very thoughtful haiku.
A lovely haiku! The yellow umbrella brings thoughts of Amy Krause Rosenthal.
I laughed aloud at this, since it matches my recent experience of forecasts. When it’s coming from all directions sometimes it’s best to put down the umbrella, tug one’s hat lower, and keep going. Here’s to putting one foot in front of the other.
I thought of Amy’s brightness in the dark, too, Liz. Sad that we may need to accept “drops fall where they may”, at least for now.
Storms indeed–I wish they paid more attention to when I remembered my umbrella.
Sounds like a commentary on our political times, poignantly wrapped in a 3 line haiku. Thanks Liz, Happy New Year, and happy navigating the waters ahead…
#truth
I like the idea of a vision pun. How fun to have an online group to write poetry with.