HOME…Haiku Challenge

Here’s a fun challenge that I am participating in, and inviting a blogger to make the next link in a chain that will eventually have 21 links.      I am inviting Carol Campbell, of writersdream9.wordpress.com  NOT because I like her more than the rest of you guys, but because she is the first poet I thought of that might play along.

The poem is shaping up very nicely…the theme HOME.   Following is the first five stanzas (Haikus all) and.  Mine is first in my post, (and last) because that’s the way the others did it, and it works for me.

I am including Spiritualdragonfly’s post… which FYI I tried to re-blog, but lost… following my own contribution.   The other entrants are listed in order, and I hope Carol will join up.

Gradmama’s Haiku:

within my heart
there exist no boundaries
and no exclusions

Sometimes, 2016


HOME…..Haiku Challenge


Home is a feeling

Of comfort and belonging

I found it within…              

Safar over at Blisters, Bunions & Blarney came up with a Haiku Challenge. The baton is being passed down the line – from Calen to Jane and now to Raili…..Raili has so kindly passed the baton to me……Id like to invite Gradmama2011 to join in. I hope you do!!! 😊

The way it works is:

Person 1 (Safar)

1. Create a haiku – no constraints

2. Pick a person to create the next link in the chain.

3. Person 2 (Calensariel)

Person 2 (Calensariel)

1. Create a haiku with one constraint

2. The first word of the haiku you create is the last word of the previous haiku

3. Pick a person to create the next link in the chain

Persons 3-20

1. Repeat the instructions for Person 2

Person 21 (that’ll be the last person in the chain)

1. Create a haiku with two constraints

2. The first word of the haiku you create is the last word of the previous haiku.

3. The last word of the haiku you create is first word of the first haiku in the chain.

And so the circle is closed.

A couple of ‘rules’ so that we get to keep track of the links in the chain:

When you participate, you agree that others are able to share your haiku, using the credits and the link back to the post that you provide.

Post all previous haiku on your blog, including all the credits and links provided. Add your haiku to the chain.

Credit yourself, and include a link back to your post. You might need to edit your post and add the link in retrospect.

Create a link back to this post.

Have fun!!

OH! And if you’d like to join in, please leave a note in the comments!

So shall we see how far we can get??? Here we go!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mountain of paper noodles,

earthworm fodder to

keep mycelium

(Safar Fiertze…Blisters Bunions and Blarney)

running down life’s path

many trails beckon my heart;

which one leads to me

(Calen….Impromptu Promptlings)

me and the old oak

communicate silently

at one with the earth

(Jane…Making It Right)

earth a pearl of blue

hidden in the shell of space

the pearl is my home

 (Raili…Souls Gifts)

home is a feeling

of comfort and belonging

I found it within

(Linda…Spiritual Dragonfly)

within my heart
there exists no boundaries
and no exclusions




In the moonlight…Tan Renga

Here is my contribution to Carpe Diem Tan Tenga challenge month.  Tan Tenga is a form of Japanese poetry in which one poet writes three lines of a poem, then another poet adds a two-line stanza to the first.


In the moonlight
Wisteria flowers look fragile—
a gust of wind

© Chèvrefeuille

…a shower of petals reminds
of annual èncore

© Sometimes, 2016



soul’s journey, a Wordle

(A Wordle: prompt Bastet  and Sekhmet’s Library… Challenge … drawing from word pool consisting of six words:
clear, pushed, wonder, deep, soul, wrong)

It is clear my soul
is pushed and pulled
between the wonder
of life’s endless journey
and deep restless sleep–
never afraid I’ll be wrong.

©Sometimes, 2o16

Dining out as a member of the Silent Generation

From a member of the Silent Generation, for the new weekly challenge of Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist.)

Prompt 1: The First Time I Remember a Restaurant Dinner.

When a child back in the days of the Great Depression, during which we were actually better off than many families because my parents lived with my grandparents, who were solvent if not wealthy.   Partly due to the living-in of my Great Grandmother, who owned the house in which they all lived.  It was a big enough house to comfortably hold the whole family.    Once my brother came along, in 1936, and my parents and I moved into rental housing of our own, we continued to spend a lot of time with the grandparents.

Few people during those years before World War II went out to  restaurants for casual dinners, although there were various events like weddings or church groups, or lodge affairs, at which dinners were served.

I don’t remember going out for dinner at a restaurant until I was at least eight or nine years old, which would have been near the end of the 1940s.    Then I recall a restaurant called Kaase’s… which was also a string of bakeries in the Cleveland area.    The restaurant was known for its fine food, but as far as my memory goes the Star Attraction was the large tray of dinner rolls that was brought to the table from which we had choices of poppy-seed rolls, plain rolls  in a variety of buns and twists, nut bread or bran muffins, and other bread dough delights.    Being an incorrigible life-long bread enthusiast, that is my main memory of Kaase’s menu.

There was another restaurant nearby, which featured fish in various recipes…fried, broiled, deep-fried, seafood of various types.  Of course the fish was served with french-fried potatoes (chips,) and other vegetables which were required fare.

All excursions to restaurants were in the late afternoon, early evening.   Always it was my grandparents who took us out to eat in a restaurant, and they always included only one of us four children in the party at a time.   Speaking for myself only, I always tried my best to show off my good manners…which included sitting up straight, ankles crossed nicely, no elbows on the table.

Ordering from the menu was encouraged, politeness at a premium, but no exotic choices, which meant reasonable care in ordering only what we knew we liked and would eat.   Cost was a factor, of course.  And as for that Kaase’s bread tray…the fact that the tray was laden with exquisite fancy rolls and luscious breads did not signal approval of helping myself to one of everything that appealed to me.  It was necessary to choose…and that was very difficult for the little bread queen here.  🙂

In my young teens it was very rare to go out to eat with our parents.   We did go out with friends or on dates to one of the few-and-far-between fast-food places…burgers and milkshakes if we had the money or else just an order of fries and a Coke to avoid being kicked out of the place for just hanging out.   Real restaurant meals were an infrequent thing to me until after high school, and working in Cleveland.  Even then financial restrictions limited activities that involved higher-class restaurants.

Weekend Coffee Share 2nd January 2016 | Reflections and NAsightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist)