Wednesday, May 31, 2006

haiku


(for Caufield)

Journal - my Pensieve,

store my thoughts to release them.

I'll get them later.

It may not look like much, yet...



It may not look like much yet, but here is my new garden! I'm so happy to finally get these veggies in the ground. Some of them need a little TLC, but I have high hopes. I can almost taste the salsa now! Of course, I have to start on the herb garden next. That's an ambitious project which I won't describe yet. Better to show the photo when it's done. At least the bed is tilled! Wish me luck! Now where's that rain the weatherman promised me?

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haiku:

Tiny green shoots in

damp brown earth - I planted a

new garden today.

haiku for children

Sky and ground do a

dryer window spin as my

body rolls down hill.

www.oneword.com (one word - so little time) [roll]

[osquer42]
I can remember rolling down a hill in my back yard when I was a child. I can remember lining up my body straight with the horizon and flipping my feet over to start rolling rolling rolling down the yard. I'd love to try that now, but I'm afraid I'd get sick. Funny how your equilibrium doesn't seem to matter as much when you're little. May 31, 2006 08:25 AM (11:25 EST)

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

The Determined Pointsettia



Pgh Guy,

Since you were kind enough to share the Roses in your Backyard , I give you "The Determined Pointsettia!" Would you believe I've had this thing since November? I usually can't get them to live past December! What can I say! Go Miracle Grow! This thing has been baking in the loft and it seems happy as anything even though I keep forgetting to water it!

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Thanks to all who've encouraged my entry into the blogosphere!

haiku

Monday, May 29, 2006

(for Pghguy - Jeffrey R. Pencosky R.I.P.)


I'm no angel. What

I wouldn't give to meet the

devil in those eyes.

haiku

Sunday, May 28, 2006

(for SB)

Wrapped in comforter

and musings of you, I sleep

as one without sin.

haiku for children

Fingers spread in muck -

Doesn't get much better than

toads in mud. Ribbit!

haiku

Somehow, he'd get her

alone for a moment . . . a

moment to kiss her.

(to be continued...)

haiku

Dirt underneath my

fingernail. I'm back in the

garden yesterday.

www.oneword.com (one word - so little time) [justice]

[osquer42]
Lady justice is blindfolded because she doesn't want to actually see what goes on in the courtrooms. There is little justice, much waiting, much lying and even more bargaining. No one really expects to find the truth, they only worry about getting their story straight. May 30, 2006 09:09 AM (12:09 EST)

Monday, May 29, 2006

haiku for children

Robbins struggle to

prize worms from the earth. What does

the worm hold on with?

www.oneword.com (one word - so little time) [cocoa]

[osquer42]
You put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up. I love cooking with cocoa. I love baking brownies! Mmmmmm warm, gooey, barely baked sticky yummy brownies. Guess I'll be baking tonight. Mmmmm I want brownies with chocolate chips! May 29, 2006 03:24 PM (18:24 EST)

Sunday, May 28, 2006

haiku for children

Inch worm creeping on

my finger - doesn't matter

if it's not that long.

www.oneword.com (one word - so little time) [wrinkle]

[osquer42]
A Wrinkle in Time was always one of my favorite books. I loved the way Mrs. Who (no she's not The Doctor's wife) demonstrated the tesseract by using her skirt and an ant. A tesseract is a way of travelling. Instead of travelling the distance from point A to point B, you bring the two points together and you're instantly there. May 28, 2006 03:54 PM (18:54 EST)

Saturday, May 27, 2006

haiku for children

Clouds are piled cotton,

safety net for silver wings.

What keeps the plane up?

www.oneword.com (one word - so little time) [base]

[osquer42]
I think the base is crooked. It's really hard to build anything from scratch. I don't hold with all this measuring and leveling and such. I just want to cut the board, hammer in a few nails, and have it work. It doesn't, though. You have to measure once, cut twice. No. Wait. It's the other way around, isn't it? May 27, 2006 10:35 AM (13:35 EST)

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The fun thing about oneword.com is getting to see how many different perspectives there are. Dad and I built a support for a clothing rack this morning which influenced my oneword post. Others wrote about music or gardening or the military. On another day I might have written something totally different.

Friday, May 26, 2006

haiku for children

fireflies finally

bring the heavens within reach

starlight in a jar

haiku

Rain drums fingers on

courthouse windows. We wait for

the judge to arrive.

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My job often takes me to the courthouse (No, I'm not a lawyer). More accurately, my job often makes me wait outside of courtrooms. Not the most fun, but the courthouse is old and interresting. The view of the courtyard is nice. They have a fountain.

55 Fiction Friday


www.oneword.com (one word - so little time) [petal]

[osquer42]

"Well, Petal," he said as he placed the manuscript carefully back into its box, "What shall we do now?"

She smiled sweetly, "I'm not sure what I'll do after this, but you are about to die." It wasn't clear what surprised him more, her words, or the bullet hole that suddenly appeared in his forehead.

May 26, 2006 08:23 AM (11:23 EST) (to be continued...)

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Oh my goodness! I did it almost by accident! Thank you Paperback Writer for introducing me to the concept of 55 Fiction Fridays. I was thinking about flash fiction when I did oneword.com today and don't you know when I counted words out of curiosity before posting I had 56. So I just formed a contraction and voila! I wonder if I can do it when I'm actually trying to? Only time will tell.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

haiku for children


Air conditioner

rattles the blinds. I wonder . . .

What’s under the bed?

haiku: (for David W. Dietz III)


I take your words to

the heart that can still be brave

at your suggestion.


www.oneword.com (one word – so little time) [blemish]

[osquer42]
At first he thought the shadow on her neck was a blemish or a birthmark. Then perhaps it was a bruise. He stepped closer, so close he could smell the scent of her, so close he could see the downy hairs beginning to stand up on the back of her neck. Close enough to finally see that it was a tattoo. It said, "If you can read this, you're too close." May 25, 2006 08:11 AM (11:11 EST)

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

haiku:


Even now I see

tomato and herb seedlings

as future salsa.


www.oneword.com (one word – so little time) [hook]

[osquer42]
Ahh! Captain Hook! I don't know what it is, but I always seem to fall for the villain in the story. Captain Hook was an early crush. Of course, (fictional) pirates are always sexy. Flashing blades, flashing earrings, red velvet coats, frills. I can't imagine real pirates being anything like as tidy. May 24, 2006 08:28 AM (11:28 EST)

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It’s amazing how one story can be such an influence. I was only the third person to post on www.oneword.com today, and we all wrote about Captain Hook. Granted he is one of the most recognizable characters in literature, but for us all to think of him instead of fishing or boxing or buttons or any other things associated with hooks is something I find remarkable. It will be interesting to see at the end of the day how many others were so influenced.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

haiku:


No shame in being

a newbie, just the trembling

thrill of a voice found.


www.oneword.com (one word – so little time) [latch]

[osquer42]
He slid the card under the latch and lifted it up. Breaking into her house was much easier than breaking into her heart. He slid the door open as slowly and carefully as any Poe protagonist. And like many such characters found himself confronted by a cold steel weapon and an even colder stare. "Just what do you think you're doing?" May 23, 2006 08:54 AM (11:54 EST)

Monday, May 22, 2006

haiku:


Was the spotlight worth

the hangover? Don't think I

need any more whine.


www.oneword.com (one word - so little time) [ridge]

[osquer42]
As I stand on the ridge, looking over the precipice, I wonder what I would find at the bottom if I actually jumped. That's the problem, isn't it? Taking the plunge is the hardest part. That's not true. Hitting bottom is the hard part. I'm wrong again. Getting back up is hard, but taking the next plunge, knowing the risks, is even harder. May 22, 2006 03:48 PM (18:48 EST)