August NaHaiWriMo - 17,18,19,20

We are more than half-way through August Nahaiwrimo with the prompts getting even tougher. Hardly had I gotten over 'enlightenment' and the 'birth'ing pains, when my dear friend Alee Imperial Albano decided to spring the 'lion' upon us.I do not know about others, but I had to pull out a fair amount of my hair to come up with anything about lion. In the end, it was fun though. Here are all the prompts for these four days.

August 17 - "lion" - Alee Imperial Albano

circus lion-
his yawn bigger
than his roar

homecoming-
in autumn clouds
the goddess astride the lion

August 18 - "boats" - Alison Williams

One of my all-time favourite prompts. Ended up writing quite a few and set them aside for a rainy day. These two are the ones I posted at Nahaiwrimo.

writer's block-
my canoe stuck
in duckweed


dragged ashore-
the boat stained
with setting sun

August 19 - "humidity" - Susan Delphine Delaney

humid day-
the clothes-line
begins to sag


humid day-
a ladybug crawls out
of the air-conditioner


more and more humid
every day-
tomorrow's prompt on my mind

August 20 - "surrender" - Chrissi Villa

A beautiful prompt, although not very easy. After much writing and rewriting, this was the one I decided to go with.

yielding
to this dark,dark night
candle wax

May NaHaiWriMo - Part 8

After we've been through the chakra prompts, there were still 3 more days left in the month and for this we were asked to write on the following prompts.

29 - touch

30 - borrowed/found haiku

31 - smell/taste

And I wrote,

May 29 (touch)

his hands

on my fevered brow-

summer rain

May 30 (borrowed/found haiku) - the instructions were:

Please go to any text of your choice: Shakespeare/Lady Gaga/a letter from your mother/the gas bill/a billboard... any text... find a haiku in there and bring it here. You are looking for a phrase that embodies the spirit of haiku. It might need some revision to make it a haiku: tweak away.

I wrote this:

not knowing

the meaning of life--

lilacs in bloom

Based on this:

Now that lilacs are in bloom

She has a bowl of lilacs in her room

And twists one in her finger while she talks

"Ah my friend, you do not know,you do not know

What life is, you hold it in your hands

Portrait of a lady

T.S.Eliot

And another excerpt from the same poet, T.S.Eliot,

If there were water

And no rock

If there were rock

And also water

And water

A spring

A pool among the rock

If there were sound of water only

Not the cicada

And dry grass singing...
...........
drip drop drip drop drop drop drop"

And this is what i eked out of the above,

dreaming rain
cicada song
in dry grass

May 31 (smell/taste)
We were asked to write about either sense, but preferably incorporate the two.

biting
into the wild berries-
scent of a waterfall


roadside teashop-
the sharp scent of ginger
in my tea

All the prompts this month were challenging, but I struggled most with "power" and 'fear". Thankfully though, was able to finish with a cup of ginger tea!