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Haiku reblog from Lynn

Published March 21, 2018 by Nan Mykel

                                                                   wysteria myst

21MAR2018 From Carpe  Diem Haiku  Kai, a haiku to “revise”:  

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  in the moonlight,                                 the color and scent of the wisteria       seems far away© Yosa Buson (1716-84 )

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hear flute weeping                  pale purple tears in moonlight dropping over wall

                                                                                                                              image – CDHK

© lynn__

 

An Entire Life Trashed – By Anonymous

Published March 18, 2018 by Nan Mykel

My mother eloped from her well-to-do family with an unemployed alcoholic who had been molested by his father.  My mother said I was born mad at her because I refused to nurse. There is a rumor that I was a breech birth. Her parents paid for me to stay in the hospital for one month to give my mother a rest (no bonding).  I was named for a rich great aunt on my father’s side in hopes she would name me in her will.  My parents left me alone in my crib when they went to church, and a distant relative of my father’s found me screaming and alone, and took me home with her. For a short while my parents thought I had been kidnapped, before the relative returned me.  Just barely able to walk, my parent’s inattention allowed me to toddle into the path of a truck, for which I received a spanking so severe that I went in the other room and held my breath until I fainted.

If I had been “trailing trains of glory” upon birth they were extinguished fairly rapidly.

The Bus Driver – A haibun

Published March 12, 2018 by Nan Mykel

At 60 and after the death of my wife, my daytime and dreamtime is peopled with those who ride my transit bus.  Mostly poor and straggling, they are glad to see me.  I like that.  Some call me Frank, others Mr. Sloan.  I see Mrs. Gaines waiting up ahead and know that means a struggle to get her into my bus. She’s cheerful though and that makes up for the loss of time. Riders depend on my schedule, you see, and I try not to disappoint them.

 

Birds on limb singing

Seasons they do come and go

Moonlight sonata

 

 

 

Fortune cookie

Published March 12, 2018 by Nan Mykel

Powerful reblog by thefeatheredsleep

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A girl who used to look forward to dinner and a movie

The simple pleasure of walking hand in hand with stillness and a harvest moon

was handed a poisoned fortune cookie

caught a virus, and that virus crawled into her stomach, like a ray gun

it changed the waves until, her stomach like arrythmia of the heart

was fitful and lurched

she was instantly sickened, from a person of health she turned

green

her body shut down and said

no, I don’t want to eat

dimly she remembered the days

she would lust and long for food

her appetite completely gone, the acidic growl of her stomach

held all dominion

she was slave to nausea 24/7

like a merciless dictator it left her no peace

even in the lingering hours of night

she woke bathed in sweat

her stomach somersaulting in wicked mirth

such a terrible feeling of imbalance…

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Seriously, Go Here:

Published March 9, 2018 by Nan Mykel

  Balmorhea – The Winter

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0d5m6_Zwj5c

Letter to My Children (Too late for d’Verse)

Published March 5, 2018 by Nan Mykel

When I am gone beyond the pale

please know I hope to come back

for a second chance to show my

love for you and you and you too.

I already did for one.

 

Mom

Trump’s Dog and Pony Show

Published March 1, 2018 by Nan Mykel

I had left the tv on yesterday when I lay down on the sofa for a nap. That’s how I caught the dog and pony show on CNN.  I don’t have a working channel changer so I left it on because I’m innately lazy…or was innately sleepy at the time.

So I saw almost all of it, the bi-partisan sham meeting on the huge table with our pres.  Reading body language, it seemed his arms folded across his chest was an unconscious attempt to protect himself from many comments.  Nancy Pelosi was sitting beside him, at times speaking to him and showing him something on paper.  They smiled at each other.  Pres. accused someone jokingly of being “afraid of the NRA.” He said that “we’ve already taken care of bump stocks.”  (I don’t know how.)

He was affable and said he had breakfast Sunday with the NRA and that he told them “Enough is enough,”  that this nonsense has to stop.

I did note that he nixed the idea of an immediate bill, saying he wanted to craft a large, sweeping bill that would be the best ever, and to include mental health.  When asked if he would sign the bill he said he would  “Give it my consideration.”

At first I couldn’t understand what was going on, all these elected officials buttering pres. up and throwing him complimentary remarks.  I knew making the bill larger made it being passed less likely and taking its vote further away from the high tide of public passion.  But how could the invited guests be so vehemently pro?

Then I realized; I was seeing  a dog and pony show for voters back home to see how hard their elected official was working to respond to the grass roots movement begun by the remaining high school victims.

P.S. The very next day he visited with the NRA, probably to assure them that nothing had changed.

 

 

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