this lap is mine, mine,
mine, mine, mine. I will not share.
go away. my lap
mine by Angie Quantrell
Monet claims her favorite lap. And her beloved human. (Not me).
Haiku Moment: mine
Tag Archives: Haiku
Haiku Moment: worn
what were you before
the elements had their way
worn mystery rests
worn by Angie Quantrell
Cowiche Canyon Trail
Central Washington
Honey Note: My honey was looking over my shoulder at this post and contributed, “OH, Cowiche CAN-yon!” He is a part of my writing and hiking journey, yes he is. 😉
Haiku Moment: moss carpet
winter sun highlights
creeping verdant moss carpet
plush launchpad to spring
moss carpet by Angie Quantrell
Yakima Valley
Haiku Moment: tricksy
winter rolled out, gone.
spring swept in, bright sun, blue sky-
but tricksy came back
tricksy by Angie Quantrell
Valentine’s Day surprise, Yakima Valley
Haiku Moment: green snow
green snow, you look weird
better than yellow, but what???
slushy algae ice
green snow by Angie Quantrell
Yakima Valley
Haiku Moment: melted crayons
melted crayons spill
drip, swirl, splash-silhouettes pause . . .
pathway to the day
melted crayons by Angie Quantrell
Yakima Valley sunrise
Haiku Moment: snow clothes
winter! there you are,
dancing in, fancy free . . . wood
is wearing snow clothes
snow clothes by Angie Quantrell
Winter, Yakima Valley
Haiku Moment: winter’s grasp
deep freeze encrusted
window seat blocked, but sun! blue
escapes winter’s grasp
winter’s grasp by Angie Quantrell
Yakima Valley, 2024
Haiku Moment: allowed
only on my desk
are you allowed; come spring, no!
be gone garden snails
allowed by Angie Quantrell
tiny metal snail from Florence, Italy
Haiku Moment: playtime
i often wonder
why the couch looks like this-yikes-
playtime strikes again
playtime by Angie Quantrell
inspiration: Monet, destroyer of couch and assorted other household locations
I woke up one morning composing this haiku in my head. I was literally playing with words and counting out lines while I was in that between fully asleep and fully awake stage. That’s never happened before. I grabbed for my phone to take notes before my eyes were even fully open. LOL. My honey thought something was wrong, I grabbed the phone so fast.
Have you ever sleep-dreamed a poem or story idea?
Monet would like to know. And wonders if you have a couch she can destroy, or at the least, rearrange.
Love, Laughter, and Life 