haiku

 

The snow melts outside

 

while inside butter melts for

 

spanakopita.

 

Photo by: Osquer

Spanakopita by: Nanny

 

tanka

Arctic seagulls, now

vacationing in Pittsburgh,

come to the suburbs

where a kind Polish lady

scatters bread to feed the birds.

Photo by: Osquer

Polar Vortex Haiku

cold enough to make

folding fresh laundry more a

pleasure than a chore

Photo and laundry by: Osquer

haiku

 

I smell the butter.

 

Biscuits bake while the wind whines

 

for crumbs at my door.

 

Photo by: Osquer

 

Polar Vortex Haiku

How cold is it? Cold

enough to freeze your snowglobe!

No, literally!

Photo by: Osquer

(snowglobe frozen in shipping)

Polar Vortex haiku

sunk in a warm bath

while simultaneously

having a cold nose

haiku (for Marley Rain)

 

Anxious as I am

 

to see you blossom, the world

 

is too cold a place.

 

Photo by: Osquer

 

Limerick (inspired by Edward Lear)

There was a fat man from Belize

Whose doorway was quite a tight squeeze.

When they said, "Lose some weight,"

He replied, "I just ate,

But pass the dessert, if you please."

tanka

Saw the woman of

my dreams.  Then I noticed her

left hand, and all I

could do was hope that she was

the woman of his dreams, too.

haiku

I turned, cringing at

the sound of a familiar

voice I'd once so loved.

55 Fiction Friday - A True Story (for "Chippy")

The chipmunk scampered between the tomato plants. Looking around carefully, he quickly buried a mouthful of seeds in the soft earth.

The last planting had come up beautifully.  Then those pesky humans had pulled up his lovely seedlings.  If he was only bigger, he'd dig up their gardening efforts and see how they liked it!

 

Photos by: Osquer

Gardening by "Chippy" and Osquer's parents

55 Fiction Friday

The child ran shrieking into the room. Mr. Bear braced himself.

"Maybe she won't pick me today," he hoped, but, sure enough, she laughed, grabbing him by one paw. She pulled him from the shelf and dragged him down the stairs, bumping his head on every step. Sometimes it was hard being her favorite toy.

55 Fiction Friday

That morning there was a little thin broth with a few bits of stringy meat, and I knew one of the prison dairy cows that provided our usual, megre daily cup of sustenance had stopped giving milk.

I mourned her and thanked her departed spirit for her milk.  Then I ate her just the same.

haiku - http://knitthebridge.wordpress.com/

Crocheting remnants,

a journal of past projects

weaving memories.

Photo by: Jay
Crocheted panel by: Osquer

haiku

 

Seeds helicopter

 

down from the maple trees, toys

 

for the playful wind.

 

Photo by: Osquer



haiku

 

Sunlight sparkles in

 

May Day blossoms, fluttering

 

their hello to Spring.

 



 

Photos by: Osquer

 

haiku: Art All Night

 

Art All Night fills me

 

with a warmth even this Spring

 

can barely equal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Magnetic Poetry

 

I will explore this universe

drink every lucious drop

of berry sweet magic

fresh sacred beauty sprouting

in my secret garden heart



haiku

 

Cherry blossom snow

 

is a sure sign of Spring and

 

there's no shoveling.

 

 

haiku (with Jay)

 

gray subway masses,

 

all alone together, just

 

trying to get home

 

 

By: Jay and Osquer - February 2, 2013

Photo by: Jay