Monthly Archives: December 2016

Play Time

A couple of years ago the husband gave me a magnetic poetry kit for Chanukah. I highly recommend buying one of these gems–there’s a treasure chest of delicious words inside, and it’s great fun to arrange them and try to make sense or nonsense.

The daughter pulled out the magnets several days ago, on the first night of Chanukah. She decided she wanted a constraint, and wrote an acrostic in honor of her favorite member of the family–our dog Dakota. This turned out to be more of a challenge than you might imagine, sorting through the limited words that started with each letter (it turns out there is only one word beginning with K) and then trying to string together something poetic. But she rose to the challenge:

I did not give myself any difficult rules, and strung together the following:

Of course, I look at it now and start editing. Maybe the first three lines on their own? But I like “ferocious women never bring you coffee….” That sounds like a line that belongs in a short story, one that I will never write. Help yourself–that’s the beauty of having all these words in one place.

The husband photographed some past creations before I pulled them down (a warning…rust forms underneath the magnets, making little pits on the refrigerator door. I now know that it’s best to put paper underneath.) Apparently the daughter has a thing for self-imposed rules (and dogs.) She wrote this one with the constraint that words other than prepositions/articles/pronouns had to contain the letter g:

And I have a thing for coffee:

Wishing you some poetry fever for the new year. And be sure to visit Donna at Mainely Write for this year’s final poetry friday roundup!

Poetry Friday–the Solstice Edition

Welcome to Poetry Friday! I’m happy to host the poetry party today. When I was a kid, I remember reading a newspaper article about Jewish policemen in New York City who volunteered for extra shifts around Christmas so their fellow officers could spend more holiday time with their families. The article made a big enough impression that I remember it today (probably inaccurately, but still…) and it inspired me to host the close-to Christmas poetry friday shift for the past couple of years. Not that being your host is difficult–but I’m glad to take away stress from others who don’t need it now.

img_4364Now for the good news–the sun set yesterday at 5:12 p.m. in southwest Michigan, but this evening’s sunset is at 5:13! Although one minute doesn’t seem like much, I’m always delighted by the noticeably longer days of mid-January. The promise of more light is encouraging at a time when many of us hunger for it. We’re drawn to light during December’s dark days, and it’s no surprise that many cultures celebrate this time of year with candles. I’m looking forward to eight nights of Chanukah lights starting tomorrow night. And of course, poetry can bring us light.

img_4355Many of you have filled your December with moments of hope and light in your daily haikus. I’m more of a haiku admirer than practitioner, but I’ve tried to write a few this month. My handsome hound adds daily light and levity (plus occasional annoyance, but no need to dwell on that here…) and he inspired these haikus:

 

Hound Haiku

tail swings a beat
black nose disappears in drifts…img_4404img_4321
first snow

with each new scent
four legs bound in pursuit,
breathing the moment

stories told in tracks:
paws sprint from swamp to woods, while
boots plod well-worn paths

swirling flurries
carpet snout, ears, back…
white stars on black dog

shaking off whispers
of winter’s icy fingers,
scratching at the door

img_4274dog-tired,
he turns and curls, snug
in snowy dreams
–©Buffy Silverman, 2016

img_4268Wishing you all a warm and festive holiday! Mister Linky is helping out while I’m down dogging this morning. Please leave your links below:

#haikuforhealing

Mary Lee Hahn has a #haikuforhealing project floating around the internets for the month of December. I’m unlikely to write a haiku every day of the month (okay…guaranteed not to as today is December 2.)  Although I like brevity, I’m never certain about what makes a good haiku. But I’ll try to write a few. Every day since November 9th I have awoken feeling anxious and discouraged. Time spent outside with the hound helps. Maybe hound haiku will help some more?

with each new scent
paws bound in joyful pursuit–
breathing the moment
–Buffy Silverman

Bridget Magee celebrates the Poetry Friday community at her blog, Wee Words for Wee Ones. Visit Bridget for today’s roundup.