Frigid Morning walk
by M.J. Adams
frigid morning walk
winter caresses my cheek
while I wait for spring
and trying not to fall
It’s been a while since I posted any Poetry Challenge related material, but I thought I’d quickly post one I actually received and wrote a while ago, but never got around do posting. This was poetry challenge number five and it was sent by my friend Frank:
“Here’s a challenge-
Panda attack in Beijing
‘The panda is a national treasure, and I love and respect [him], so I didn’t fight back,’ Zhang said. ‘The panda didn’t let go until it chewed up my leg and its mouth was dripping with my blood.’”
Well, at first this just made me laugh and then I looked it up. It turns out this panda (named Gu Gu) is something of a bully and has attacked more than one person. More details can be found here including this wonderful gem:
“A year earlier, state media reported that a drunken tourist tried to hug the panda, who bit him. In an odd twist, the tourist reportedly bit back.”
Anyway, I didn’t have a lot of time to do the challenge so I just did a quick humorous (hopefully) haiku. I hope you enjoy it.
National Treasure
by M.J. Adams
national treasure –
the leg loving panda and
his blood-stained muzzle
I was talking to my Mom last night about my Poetry Challenge project, and she gave me one. She said:
“How about one about cats?”
So here is my poem about cats. I’ve decided that I’m going to occasionally integrate my photography and my poetry. Some people aren’t very excited about poetry so maybe this will engage them a little better. This poem is again a Japanese form. I’m still studying the English stuff. I just want to get a bit better at it before I humiliate myself. This form is called a Tanka and traditionally has a 5-7-5-7-7 pattern, though in modern Tanka as in Haiku, that is no longer always the case. Tanka is not something I’ve done before, so this is still a challenge for me. I hope I’ve got it at least somewhere near what it is meant to be. I decided to put this one on a photo I took of Truffle, one of our cats. I suppose you could call it a sort of photographic Haiga. Obviously no great skill was required in this case, and my mastery of Zen, well – what mastery? Anyway, enjoy.
Cat
by M.J. Adams
the midmorning sun
shines through the vertical blinds
onto the table
I fail to attract your gaze
you ignore me as always
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