A Weekly Haiku

Poetic Bloomings served up a challenge to write a week of haiku, highlighting a week of days in a string of seven haiku.  Anything is fair game, so I wrote what happens (and has happened) every day of every week of every month for the past four or five years. My dad’s health is poor. My mom has Alzheimer’s. Their days are like  the movie Groundhog Day. The same ol’ same ol’.

Here’s my offering for “WHAT A WEEK IT WAS!”

The Daily Calendar

by J.lynn Sheridan


Old sergeants wrestle.
Against time and providence.
Playing hide and seek.

He prays for heaven
Weary of daily battles
The sunrise cheats him.

She prays to go home.
Lost inside her tangled mind.
Asking her own name.

Another phone call.
Another question of time.
Searching the shadows.

Remembering 1953

White lace and diamonds.
Home sweet home and hearth to hearth.
Her beauty thrilled him.


A flirt with morning
Lost dreams teasing me.
Insomnia’s gift

Neighbor’s chickens squawk.
Red fox prowler on the hunt.
Thieves hide everywhere.



Do You Haiku?

I’m not a fan of Haiku.
It scares me.
And maybe that comes from the years of having to write it in school. (Is that the only poetry form that El. Ed. teachers know?)

This week, Khara House  (Our Lost Jungle) hosted a Haiku challenge. If you aren’t familiar with Khara, you should be. She writes with style, class, and depth. I urge you to click over to her site.

Anyway, as you remember, in school we were taught the rules of Haiku. Throw those all out except for the three line part. Oh, and the no title part.  Haiku is so much more than 5/7/5. (Cheat sheet for the real rules.) It should have you shaking in your boots. Yes, poetry can do that at times. Ha!

This  morning Khara posted the winners of her challenge. I’m humbled to be among them with this offering:


floating lily pad,
high-kicking leaping plié
classical frog ballet


I tried to find a picture of a frog in a tutu, but I don’t have all day. If you have one, please forward to me as I’d love to have one.