Haiku/Senryu Challenge (12/02/19)

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 282 Haze / Sand

Alone in the haze
The loon’s night-call floats in air
-Sand sticks to my toes

Lapping waves and jumping frogs
Bits of sound, lakeside rhythm

                                                              -CJ Holm

Haiku/Senryu Challenge (12/02/19)

https://ronovanwrites.com/2019/12/02/weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-6/

Leftover Haiku

Turkey wishes to all my Web Press Friends!

last supper

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 281 Mess / Intense

Spilled gravy, chewed bones
Red stained napkins so intense
-November’s last mess

Piles of dishes left undone
Sated thoughts of pecan pie

                                      -CJ Holm

 

Haiku/Senryu Challenge (11/25/19)

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https://ronovanwrites.com/2019/11/25/weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-5/

Halloween Joy

Old Fashion Rhyme

Seventeen spirits came to our door
All left with candy, some wanting more.
Toddling children, all with a sack
Followed by parents escorting their pack.

Hands smudged and sticky, they returned to their homes
Lip-smacking sweetness all dancing like gnomes.
Thank heaven for parents, who moved with a plan
And loaded them safely back into their van.

-cj holm

and then a Tanka

Small playground shadows
dressed for their costumed delight
-whispers in the night

Anxious souls peer through shutters
Offer treats by porch-light glow

-cj holm

Cold Shoulder

Last Tuesday I entered Mayo Clinic to have a brand new Titanium Reverse Ball and Socket installed in my shoulder. Wednesday afternoon my wife drove me home as I drifted from one opioid-induced dream to another. By Saturday I began weaning myself off the pain medication and grudgingly acknowledged to myself that some pain is good. Today one day after watching the greatest Minnesota Viking win in all of history, I am feeling OK. My shoulder hurts and I can’t really use my arm yet, but tomorrow begins the start of physical therapy and it will begin to get better.

For me, opioids provided a way to manage the pain involved with a transplant. It was administered by a team of specialists who were well aware of the addictive qualities of the prescribed pain relief.

Unfortunately, not everyone was as well counseled. Millions of patients were exploited by an industry that cared more about profits than an oath to “Do no harm”.

I would love to see those greedy SOBs dragged through the streets of the cities they’ve ruined!