AUTUMN IN THE JEMEZ/imaginary gardens with real toads



Yes, it was that day

The one we have

All been waiting for

A sweet day in autumn


We were hiking in the Jemez

In a canyon

With tall dried grasses

Suddenly we heard

Sounds bouncing

Off canyon walls


It was hard to tell

Where it was coming from

Soft hoots

Echoing back and forth


We hurried our steps

Was it up ahead

What was it

Then we saw the sandhill cranes


Making their migratory


To the Bosque

Later we were told


Because of the waves from

Los Alamos

The cranes get lost

They must circle several times


To find their way

It is true for humans too

Sometimes we must

Try more than once

To find our way


July 30, 2018





A DAY AT THE BEACH/the sunday whirl #362 poets united poets pantry imaginary gardens with real toads



As I sat on the staircase

And dreamed myself away

Anywhere anytime

Somewhere else…


On the Texas coast

The Gulf of Mexico

Enchantment by the sea

We did not have to travel far


Volleyball in the sand

Just a little trip

Another world

Sand on the beach


Stretched as far as you could see

Waves rolled to the shore

To crash over you and me

A large picnic basket


And a blue ice chest

A day at the beach

What a gift it was

Take pictures of day


Memories stored deep in the heart

Would not soon fade away

The sun set in the west

A bonfire


To light up the beach

Soon it was time

To shake out the sand

Fold up the quilt

And return to our everyday


July 29, 2018


Wordle 362






The leaves rustle

In the wind

Though this morning is quiet

Not a breath

The sky a forever blue

The blue of the uniform



Forward march

Like a shade drawn

Over the mountains

A lovely shade of orchid-blue

I remember the image of you


Strong and straight

A boy grown into a man

You walk away

Through the tall grass

Into forgotten yesterdays


July 20, 2018



WILDERNESS/poets united midweek motif/wilderness


Most of what was wild

Has been stamped out




Still I am told

There are wild things

Which brave the urban blight






All kinds of bugs


I am told there is one rat

For each citizen

In New York City

And of course


There are all kinds

Of wild things

Once called humans

Lose in the city


What is wild

Out of the ordinary

Those with a different point of view




July 25, 2018

CHILD OF THE FOREST/imaginary gardens with real toads tuesday platform


Deep within the forest

The path is obscured

By the pounding rain

Trapped by the canopy


Softly I call your name

Wait for your answer

Which comes to me

As pale as an echo


I listen to the forest sounds

Softly sliding down the hill

The rain refreshes the moment

The path appears


Before me

Deep within

The heart of the forest

You wait for me


July 21, 2018


It is winter, no snow on the ground, as it rarely snowed on the Texas Coast, yet it was very cold. We drew our coats closer.  We entered the old farm house.  The wood stove in the kitchen was burning.  The room was a warm and cherry greeting for the new family. There were barns and sheds outside for the animals.  As you looked across the fields you could see forever.


In the large main room, I remember my older Sister studying by the light of an oil lamp.  I am guessing we didn’t have electricity yet.  There was a warmth in the room, the whole family gathered there.


I remember my Sister had a little pet turtle, a little green one.  And then he got lost, no one could find him.  We looked high and low.  Later when we moved to town, we found him, in the corner behind the bed.


In our new house in town, in the bedroom that I shared with my Sister, the wallpaper had little white lambs.  I remember my Father explaining to us, we were not to color the lambs, and we never did.


The cold wind blew-

In the outhouse

We found a snake


July 24, 2018







23MondayJul 2018


Posted by lillian in Haibun Monday



dVerse Poets Pubtraditional haibuntraditional haiku

Bear with me and please read my entire post here, even if you’ve done haibun many times before.


** THE HAIBUN WAS ORIGINATED by 17th century Japanese poet Matsuo Basho, who often wrote haibun as travel accounts, the most famous of which is Oku no Hosomichi (Narrow Road to the Interior). 

** FIRST ANTHOLOGY OF ALL ENGLISH-LANGUAGE HAIBUN: Bruce Ross’s Journey to the Interior: American Versions of Haibun, published in 1998.

A HAIBUN IS: 1 or 2 short prose paragraphs followed by 1 haiku.

The PROSE PARAGRAPHS must be a true accounting, not fiction; not flash fiction.

The HAIKU, in the traditional manner, is trickier to me. Notice the musts below:

  • It must be nature based
  • It must be three lines(5-7-5 syllables OR short-long-short)
  • It must have a direct or subtle relationship to the prose paragraphs; enrich the prose without condensing the prose.
  • It must include a KIGO(word or phrase associated with a particular season). See suggestions below in section on the SAIJIKI.
  • Trickiest for me – although only 3 lines, a haiku must have two parts including a shift, an added insight. Japanese poets include a KIREJI(cutting word). BUT there’s no linguistic equivalent in the English language therefore punctuation creates the cut: a dash, comma, an ellipsis, an exclamation point. Sometimes it’s simply felt in the pacing or reading.

Japanese poets often use a SAIJIKI – a book like a dictionary or almanac for KIGO. Divided into the 4 seasons, it includes categories within each: earth, humanity, observances, animals and plants. I found this VERY HELPFUL!

For example, under SPRING KIGO you find words like warm (weather changes from cold to warm; water becomes warm); spring mist and spring haze. Under Animals: frogs (noted for their singing); skylarks (in flight); swallows, and twittering (singing of songbirds). Under Plants: blossoms, cherry blossom-viewingwildflowers.

In AUTUMN KIGO: full moon. Under Humanity: scarecrow. Observances: grave visiting. Animals: crickets. Plants: apples, persimmons, colored leaves.

In WINTER KIGO. Humanity: snow viewing, first snow, ice. Plants: fallen and dried leaves. New Year: first laughter.

In other words, you may or may not actually use the words summer, spring, winter, or autumn.

EXAMPLES OF HAIKU with a Kigo and a Kireji (added insight after a cut)

The crow has flown away:
swaying in the evening sun
a leafless tree.            
                      Natsume Soseki (186 –1916)

fresh snow on the mat –
the shape of welcome
still visible
                     Michael Dylan Welch

too dark to read the page,
too cold. 
                    Jack Kerouac

 Yuki Teikei Haiku Society’s Season Word List contains KIGO hints/words I found very helpful. 

So today,

**Let’s journey together into an interior. Go back in time to one of the very first houses you remember living in. Try to recall a room or place in that house. Take your mind around the room to see what details you can picture. Do you remember this room because of something that happened there…..or someone who habitually sat there?

**Your haibun will begin with 1 or 2 tight paragraphs of prose describing that room. Take us into its interior. It must be a true accounting; not fiction.

**Add a TRADITIONAL haiku. Follow the haiku musts given above. If you just skipped down the post to read this prompt, go back up to read the musts for a haiku – and the section on the SAIJIKI. Let’s try our hand at a traditional haiku!

I’ve always said, I learn so much at dVerse! I love its camaraderie in the writing, learning, and appreciation of everyone’s posts. 

I look forward to, in the words of Bruce Ross, your Journey to the Interior – and seeing how traditional you can be with the haiku portion of your haibun!




CALLIGRAPHY/the sunday whirl – poets united poets pantry



Dark ink against

White paper

Lines and squiggles

Your name in red


A tinge of age

Along the paper’s edge

The cup slips

Cracks appear


What was once whole

Is now broken

I read that you had gone away

For good

It happened years ago


I cry when I think of you

There was always

Space between us

A far away distance


I tap the nib

Against the lip of the ink well

We were not bound

No straps to hold us

Just good friends

The story written in calligraphy


Wordle 361






MY DREAMS/imaginary gardens with real toads




My dreams

Relive my days

In constant repetition

I awake exhausted

The job incomplete


You appeared there once

In my dream of dreams

You would not look at me

Averted your eyes

Looked away

Far into the unknown


The pantry empty

The crops are all dead

The wind took the soil

Dust storms raged


Suddenly the rain began

Huge drops fell

Like bombs exploding

The dry creek bed filled



The great flood came again

You built a boat

And then a pyramid


Each rock you lifted

And carried many miles

You drew a heart in the sand

You sailed away


July 21, 2018





HOW TO MEASURE THE DISTANCE/imaginary gardens with real toads



To breathe is not a choice

It is a necessity of life

When I am truly open

My breath

Includes what I see


Again a necessity of life

The sunrise in the morning

To the closing in

Of darkness at night

Even then dreams


Open a whole new world

Based on the twinkle of stars

The glow of the moon

I wring my hands

I am in anguish


I think of you

Consider the distance

Between us

Since the distance is incalculable

I will need something

Very special for this measurement


July 20, 2018