Some people are good at giving gifts; others aren't. Perhaps more intriguing is the was that people are so different in the manner in which they receive gifts. It is very difficult for some people to do this, I have noticed.
So, how is that for a haiku topic?
You can write about a gift you have given or received, and it can be a physical object or something perhaps more inchoate-- a word of advice or support, or the gift of love.
I will go first:
We were out fishing;
Summer. I was 17.
He gave me college.
Now it is your turn! Pretty much stick to the 5/7/5 syllable pattern, as you are able...
Caked with biscuit dough,
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A grandmother's ring.
Depression-era
sacrifice to cherish dear -
till death did they part.
Passed down to a bride
who wore it for fifteen years.
(Rings outlast marriage.)
And so, the band waits
for love to find it again -
bare hand to adorn.
His mother texted
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Such amazing grace.
Very nice, Angela.
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He showed up in his
Khaki pressed slacks and fedora
From bandbox he stepped.
Eyebrows furry like
Caterpillars mating.Gentle
Bachelor farmer.
When I left for school
He was waiting. He went too.
Treasurelove in hand.
Pink gold roses green
Gold leaves,they made me feel like
Sophia Loren.
When he was dying
In an old motel in Tucson
I came to visit him.
I came,pregnant with
His namesake,Dallas Maxwell.
We talked.And touched.Gifts.
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He showed up in his
Khaki pressed slacks and fedora
From bandbox he stepped.
Eyebrows furry like
Caterpillars mating.Gentle
Bachelor farmer.
When I left for school
He was waiting. He went too.
Treasurelove in hand.
Pink gold roses green
Gold leaves,they made me feel like
Sophia Loren.
When he was dying
In an old motel in Tucson
I came to visit him.
I came,pregnant with
His namesake,Dallas Maxwell.
We talked.And touched.Gifts.
I speak Spanish now,
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Didn't understand.
A leather briefcase
ReplyDeleteDark, supple, sleek, stitched so strong
It could hold the world.
Crazy, happy love
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Smiles - morning to night.
Don't look a gift horse...
We all know the message there
Still, love overcomes.
MMM
Crazy, happy love
ReplyDeleteA connection so damn strong
Smiles - morning to night.
Don't look a gift horse...
We all know the message there
Still, love overcomes.
MMM
Stubborn Love
ReplyDeleteShe was not easy
For a melty-hearted man
To keep as a wife.
She wore hard armor --
Build up over early years
Of deep scar sorrows.
Like the Christmas Day
Her brother’s new rifle’s first
Shot killed their father.
They all had nightmares
About the accident, but
Kept them deep inside.
Believed talk couldn't
Fix anything, only keep
The wounds wide open.
Eighty years later
Little girl’s A-L-Z brain
Is sad-mad screaming ...
At the man who hugs
Her each morning, rubs her back,
And says, “I love you.”
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An hour at the spa, ah...
Life is so frenzied
Bequeathed to damsel--
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Love got scratchier.
Mom and dad both read.
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What a gift to give!
So I read to Van
And so now to my grandkids, too
And the give goes on.
Bob
Listen,Osler--Geoff sucks!
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Diamonds that blaze,red roses
Chocolat fraises.
But nay!I do not
Receive by night or even
By days...I get les crabes!
Geoff--you feelthy beast!
Mom and dad both read.
ReplyDeleteAnd they read to me. A lot.
What a gift to give!
So I read to Van
And so now to my grandkids, too
And the gift goes on.
Bob
(Sorry for the typo!)