- sadness—
seeds inside this body
withering - mum’s belly is now in full flower
- mum’s belly
where amongst the clouds
does the baby find lodging? - exposed breasts buds swell while i gaze from afar
- silver dewdrops
when might they dry?
this river of my tears - bellies swell
and become phases
of the moon - hungry baby
sucking the moonlight…
breastfeeding - wandering from my breast
not in a trickle, but
in a milky torrent
breast-milk - expectant belly
oh, that the moon tonight
droops down and down - swollen breast dreaming on my pillow
- swollen breasts
pillowed by white clouds
am i
Tag: Life
2023 AWAKENING xxiv
- pink flood
all pregnancy tests
prove positive - spring flood
purchasing many
pregnancy tests - spring flood
too many pregnancy tests
in the bag - spring drizzle
i go out to buy
pregnancy tests - pink mist
in plain sight for all to see…
pregnancy test - pink rain–
not at all bothered
by expecting confirmation - pink flood
the many views of
pregnancy tests - spring flood
too many brands
of pregnancy tests - pink snow
pregnancy tests
laid perfectly straight - pink avalanche
anxious lovers
crossing their fingers
251. pregnancy tests —
the straight gaze
of thick moonlight
2023 AWAKENING xxi
*of course no Haiku can be complete without a few fart jokes 😉
- spring breeze
through the night
gentle breathing - full moon
the distance
of a baby’s fist - scattered clouds
on the floor
soiled nappies - scarlet light
restless mother scratches
her breast - summer avalanche
from the changing table
nappies fall - a farting contest
between twins…
heated wind - heated wind–
no incense
just farts - breath of wind —
mother and child’s
fart contest - hints of wind
blown away
by baby’s farts - lashing winds —
from the crib
baby’s farts - autumn wind
the whine
of baby’s farts
2023 AWAKENING xviii
- pink tornado
giggling baby grabs
mum’s circling finger - pink tornado–
twirling finger
makes a perfect circle - plunging my hands
into mum’s palms…
pink waterfall - pink moon–
baby’s suckling lips
cling to mum’s breast - snowballs
scattering mum’s pearls
onto the floor - fussy baby
still in the crib–
hazy moon - dried milk
in dark and thick strokes…
moonlight - straight gaze
of thick moonlight…
drying milk - spilt milk
every dribble looks
like a pillow - avalanche
spilt milk dribbles
deeper into the dark - baby formula
is blown away…
rising fog
2023 AWAKENING xv
- rolling thunder
a flurry of baby farts
felt in my arms - full moon
under sleeping blanket
snoring baby - folded nappies
in neat piles
snowy peaks - squatting baby
its butt prints hardening…
mud dumplings - spring leaves —
baby’s handprints
is something to cherish - evening breeze
baby and mother exchange
yawns - baby rolls
towards my feet
worm moon - wiping baby drool
from its mouth…
melting icicles - sinking moon—
sleeping baby sinks
then disappears - crescent moon
newborn curls upon
my knees - excited baby
summons his mummy
clapping thunder
2023 AWAKENING xi
- trying to read
late-night thermometer
wormy scribbles - hazy moon
spilt formula
stains mum’s nightshift - red moon
how many berries
stains baby’s mouth? - wormy scribbles
it’s sleepy time
for baby - thick moonlight
between my fingers
folded nappy - lunar eclipse
mum examines the position
of soiled nappies - snowy peaks
the stack of nappies
taller than the house - heavy snow
the slow accumulation
of folded nappies - baby’s snores
merge with mum’s snores…
spring breeze - fresh milk–
pouring into my glass
thin moonlight - pouring out
fresh milk…
thin moonlight
2023 AWAKENING VI
- moonlight
dried milk lingers
on my blouse - lunar stages
expectant belly
that swells - spring rain
a shredder devours
baby names - a doodling
of baby names
steady rain - moon at dawn
expectant mother pulls it off…
summer robe - doing what she can
to shrink her belly…
bruised plum - cumulus clouds–
expectant mothers lined up
together - summer sunset
baby inside mother’s belly
growing - the warm weight
of the expectant child
summer sunset - moon-gazing
the changing phases
of the expectant belly
2023 AWAKENINGS
so if my calculations are correct, i have lived nearly 15,695 days. not including, let’s say the first 5 years of non-learning aka non-consciousness, 13,870. not discounting crawling, drooling and other life (sense) experiences, all these activities are important for life and or daily living. rambling at an end.
for today, yesterday, tomorrow, a few conscious sightings Haiku.
- full moon–
behind me a baby
crawls - moon phases the naked child crawls
- the far side
of the moon…
compressed diapers - sickle moon–
don’t bump your head
on cloth diapers - sickle moon–
don’t go floating away
cloth diaper - day moon curled baby sleeps in a place
- sickle moon–
sleeping side by side
drowsy babies - slight curve
of the day moon
sleepy baby - sleeping baby
tucked into folds…
sickle moon - full moon–
hungry baby goes quickly
to mum’s breast
HELL IS MOVING
My apologizes, my beloved followers, but this Madasahatter needs to take some time away from daily postings. I might or might not be moving and we all know that Moving has its own levels of hell and frustration that one must contend with. So until I am settled down once more, I shall say, Thank You for the daily follow and comments and encouragement. You might find me via Facebook under my name Dorna Hainds.
I am going to try and continue Haiku for as long as possible.
One can only pack and move and re-rearrange so much, right?
Until my return, I bid you farewell. And always, try and find some Happy in your days.
Sincerely,
Madasahatter572
COLLECTIVE SUNDAYS
I spy with me wee eyes
color swatches
on the wall
phases of the moon
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