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!