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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, August 17, 2025

H is for ______

One of my favorite ways to start a poem is to either choose one letter of the alphabet and make a list of words, collocations, phrases that pop into my head that start with that letter, OR to write the alphabet in a column, and then go back to A and write 3 or more words/phrases for each letter.

 Today I came across a list of words that start with the letter H, a list I made earlier this year as my 70th birthday was approaching.  I tried to make a list of nouns. 

This was what I had come up with:

  1. haiku
  2. handbag
  3. hall
  4. hail
  5. halo
  6. hummus
  7. helianthus 
  8. helenium
  9. heliotrope
  10. hypericum
  11. hedychium (ginger)
  12. hibiscus
  13. hydrangea
  14. holly
  15. hamamelis (witch hazel)
  16. health
  17. hobby
  18. hazel
  19. heart
  20. help
  21. hand-me-down
  22. hanger
  23. hour
  24. hair
  25. hedge
  26. helium
  27. herb
  28. honey
  29. history
  30. hope
  31. hospitality
  32. hospital
  33. hint
  34. humor
  35. history
  36. heather
  37. hepatica
  38. hosta
  39. hyacinth
  40. hyssop
  41. heath
  42. hellebore
  43. hollyhock
  44. heuchera
  45. hike
  46. hug
  47. hoop
  48. horticulture
  49. haircut
  50. henna
  51. hazel
  52. hazelnut
  53. happiness
  54. handiwork
  55. houseplants
  56. hackberry
  57. handsewn something
  58. hand
  59. handkerchief
  60. hillbilly
  61. homeroom
  62. hum
  63. hummingbird
  64. hunch
  65. hurt
  66. heaven
  67. hell
  68. hearing
  69. hacksaw
  70. hat
So, if you were here, I'd ask you to tell me a story, something that came to mind as you read through or heard my list read aloud.

an 'H' Haiku:

Hell hath no fury (...)  
   hissing, harassing, hyper!
      hum halos of hope 

[I will grant you this is an odd haiku, but I bet reading it brings images to your mind!]

The H tree:


Wednesday, August 6, 2025

Poem by a friend

 A Message to Be delivered

Tell the night to bury me
Among its waves of fire and fear
The morning seems impossible
It has never been near

Tell the hunger to bite me
Between its sharp teeth
The food is an illusion
I will eat and survive beneath

Tell the explosions to blow me up
Shatter me into pieces
Of delayed dreams and hopes
I'm dead alive in all cases

Tell the world to be ashamed
Dancing on the melodies of our pain
Acting deaf, blind and dumb
The war won't stop here; it's a chain

Blackmatta... From Gaza City/Palestine


[This poem is shared by request and permission by a many-years online  acquaintance/friend, via Ning, Skype, Zoom, Poetry, Facebook, Email, and other platforms and exchanges.]