Friday, July 08, 2016

Haiku Friday: stars

What a strange and sad week. The police shooting of Philandro Castile here (and now the shooting of police in Dallas) has cast a pall over the area, as it should. I will write about that over the weekend.

For now, though, we should haiku. It is the heart of the summer; we have crossed that bend in the road that is the 4th of July, when this season turns from luscious potential to fleeting reality (at least in Minnesota).

In the summer, I see stars. In part it is because I am outside more, and more often in places away from the city. Night comes late and deep.

Let's haiku about the stars-- your favorite, a memory, perhaps even your wish upon a star. Here, I will go first:

I pointed up high:
"See that constellation there?
It is Mister Ed."

That's a true story. I said that to Sleepy Walleye many years ago, and I think he agreed with me-- it did look like Mr. Ed.

Now it is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 syllable plan, and have some fun!

13 comments:

  1. Anonymous11:47 AM

    In a long canoe
    We drift at dusk, awaiting
    The sky dust above.

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  2. Look there! A shooting
    star way up! Aunt Jill, it shoots
    out fairy sparkles!

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  3. Sleep outside watching
    Perseid meteors fall
    Always, with my son.

    (My son and I sleep out under the stars every year in August to watch the Perseid Meteor Shower. We started when he was 5; he is now 16 and we haven’t missed a year. A tradition he may one day carry forward with his own children.)

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  4. In the twilight sky
    I raise my eyes, find a star
    and I make a wish

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  5. The Milky Way, bright
    Adrift, my perch on the lake
    Possibilities

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  6. Pardon the disregard for the rules. Just kind of going with a stream of consciousness as I ride in a car on the way to LaCrosse, reflecting on this weeks events with U2 riffing in the background

    Under These Stars

    Under these stars Cain killed Able.
    We evolved and learned to kill, better.

    We hoarded bread and gold,
    and killed for more than we could possibly eat.

    With chariots and whips
    Crosses and electric chairs;
    under these stars
    we tore and ripped and burned
    the wicked and the innocent.

    On every despot and on every saint
    these same stars shone down.

    Their light took flight before we walked.
    And now cascades here on this rock.

    By them we navigate
    seeking better places,
    safe from harm and hate.

    Under these stars
    these God damn voiceless balls of light
    too far away to give a shit.

    ***

    Psalm 13:1-2

    How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever?
    How long will you hide your face from me?
    How long must I take counsel in my soul
    and have sorrow in my heart all the day?
    How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?

    ***

    I can't believe the news today
    Oh, I can't close my eyes
    And make it go away
    How long
    How long must we sing this song
    How long, how long
    Cause tonight, we can be as one
    Tonight

    Broken bottles under children's feet
    Bodies strewn across the dead end street
    But I won't heed the battle call
    It puts my back up
    Puts my back up against the wall

    Sunday, Bloody Sunday

    U2

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  7. Worth meditating on

    U2's All I Want Is You

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qWBKBkEJQRk

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  8. Seraphim4:04 PM

    Sky Ranch, Denton, TX
    Lying on dock under stars
    God, night and wonder

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  9. it's night-time on earth,
    Stars twinkle in the distance,
    Frost falls on my heart.

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  10. Anonymous1:08 AM

    Dark clouds, bluebonnets
    Texas skies so bright at night
    And the stars tell all.

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  11. The same stars here as
    there, always brighter when the
    moon is new and dark.

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  12. Anonymous12:47 AM

    Now a city girl:
    Pitch-black night coated with stars
    Makes me greedy at

    Wonder all around,
    Till I hear the sounds of night--
    Stars bring silent shock.

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  13. Renée Jeanne Jacqueline Emerson4:44 PM

    These countless silver
    Poppies over my head in
    Washington's desert

    Night...I forget to
    Breathe. I am miniscule.You
    Are out there after all.

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