Haiku 9
April 9, 2021

Intruder — on guard!
Dear dog-saviors sound alarms —
Possum walks the fence.

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Haiku 8
April 8, 2021

Hair, eyes, lips — all webbed!
Cankerworms drip from the trees —
Can’t wait till they’re moths.

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Haiku 7
April 7, 2021

The dog caught a scent
and didn’t let go all day
Dogged change of pace

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Haiku 6
April 6, 2021

Squirrels line up to watch
I fill the squirrel-proof feeder
The bag’s unguarded

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Haiku 5
April 5, 2021

The freeze killed it all —
Muhly… Turk’s Cap… Lantana —
but look, it’s undead!

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Haiku 4
April 4, 2021

Hope springs eternal
There’s nothing like a fresh start
My Easter birthday

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Haiku 3
April 3, 2021

Multipurpose rain
Rinsing pollen, quenching thirst
And expressing grief

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Haiku 2
April 2, 2021

Deadlocked in conflict
It’s irreconcilable
Rhizomes run wild

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Haiku 1
April 1, 2021

It’s early and bright
April arrives like an egg
We’re insatiable

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A couple of years ago, we tried dizains — ten-line poems of ten syllables each line.
Our theme then was square, orderly, 10×10 — at least on the surface. Here’s mine.

Now we’re trying them again and our theme is dizzying — an alliterative take-off on dizain.
From square to dizzying in two short years? (I mean, yes, right?)

But interestingly, both of mine are about change. And birthdays. And being on the cusp of something wild. That’s how spring makes me feel, and dizains, too, I guess.

Twelve: On the Precipice
Liz Garton Scanlon

The engine downshifts, ears pop, shoulder falls
away: my twelfth year is this mountain pass,
pushing up toward tree line through rockslide walls.
It’s dizzying (thin air, inertial mass)
and yet, just right – my childhood surpassed.
Here at the top, the altitude is true
the pressure drops, there’s nothing I must do
but navigate curves and elevation.
No time to pump the brakes, take in the view –
I’m headlong downhill for the duration.

For more dizains, visit:
Tricia
Tanita
Laura
Kelly
Sara
Andi

And if you’d like to try our challenge next month, we’ll be writing in the style of Linda Hogan’s poem “Innocence.” Share your poem on April 30th in a post and/or on social media with the tag #PoetryPals. We look forward to reading them!

Now, off to Poetry Friday with you! Enjoy!