Daily Haibun, August 16th – Monday Blues


Mondays are blue. I feel restless and lost. Anxious about anything and everything. Everything feels meaningless and not worth the effort. I soldier through as best I can. But when evening falls, however much I’ve gotten done. I feel lacking in every aspect.

Rain falls like tears do

Filling my heart with sorrow

Stuck in Monday blues

© RedCat



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August 7th – Raining Cats and Dogs


It’s been raining all day. Oscillating between what I call Amsterdam rain, so fine you hardly notice it until you go out. More like mist than rain. To raining cats and dogs like it is now. Raining so hard there is no chance for the watersprouts and gutters to handle it. I got soaked just taking out the trash. There’s no real danger of flooding right now so I actually enjoy listening to the deluge. Snug in a warm room. Watching candle flames dance. Reading a bit and listening to music.

Curious as I am, I have wondered about where – raining cats and dogs – comes from. I found this article on the Library of Congress web page that details the history of it’s usage. And spent a fun moment reading through the list of expressions for heavy rain on Wikipedia. Containing two Swedish ones that are in my vocabulary. And one that isn’t.

Det regnar smådjävlar – ‘It is raining little devils’. This I’ve heard but never used.

Det regnar småspik – ‘It is raining small nails’. Has an equivalent in Spanish with a good explanation – not only is it raining a lot, but it’s so cold and windy that being hit by the drops hurts. That kind of rain is not unusual here when we’re getting close to winter and sub zero temperatures.

Regnet står som spön i backen – ‘The rain stands like canes hitting the ground’. This is when it’s raining so hard each drop makes a splash when landing on the already water covered ground.

After this I think I have just the rain song for tonight’s Saturday Song.

When the weather is

Raining cats, dogs and pitchforks

Humans must beware

©RedCat



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Images from National Gallery of Art.

First image: George Cruikshank, 1820.
Very unpleasant weather, or the old saying verified “Raining cats, dogs, & pitchforks”!!!

Second image: Rembrandt van Rijn – The Mill, 1645/1648

Third image: Childe Hassam – Rainy Day, Boston, 1886

Daily Haibun – August Days (2nd August)


August days. Hot and humid. Smelling of bone dry grass. Crickets playing. Gusty winds whipping trees around. Thunder rumbles. Lighting crackles. Sheets of rain.

Storm passes. Mist rises in dance. Pink and gold dusk clouds. Moon rises in deep blue. Orion marches across the sky.

First stirring of fall

Last days of sweet summer warmth

Harvest and school start

© RedCat



Today my Daily Haibun is written for Haibun Monday at dVerse.



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Daily Haibun, June 22nd – The joy of growing things

Oliver Hale on Unsplash

I definitely don’t have green fingers. I’m the worst at keeping indoor plants alive. Constantly forgetting to water and nourish.

Outdoor is another thing. Because in the garden grows things to eat. Chives, ruccola and salad. Rhubarb and several kinds of berries.

Today I picked the first homegrown strawberries of the year. Just one each. But they were surprisingly big for first berries. And tasted sweet as only sun ripe strawberries can.

Wether sun or rain
When the strawberries ripens
Summer has begun

© RedCat


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Daily Haibun – May 26th


It’s been pouring rain all day. Grey, windy and wet.
Making me want to light a fire in the hearth and
curl up on the sofa with a good Gothic ghost story.

Wind blown sheets of rain
Tears chilling both heart and bone
I seek warmth with you

©RedCat


Been pondering something small I can write daily for some time now. Something that allows me to be both poetic and personal. So decided to try Haibun’s for a while. Let me know what you think.

“The Haibun form consists of one to a few paragraphs of prose—usually written in the present tense—that evoke an experience and are often non-fictional/autobiographical. They may be preceded or followed by one or more haiku—nature-based, using a seasonal image—that complement without directly repeating what the prose stated.”

from dVerse

For more information on the Haibun form read this article on poets.org or the Wikipedia entry.


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Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My HeadLåt by B.J. Thomas – Saturday Song

Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My HeadLåt by B.J. Thomas

This week’s Saturday Song is an oldie but goodie, from 1969. That for some reason only the earworm knows started to play in my head as I took an evening walk.

Enjoy!


Raindrops keep falling on my head

But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red

Crying’s not for me

‘Cause I’m never gonna stop the rain by complaining

Because I’m free

Nothing’s worrying me

It won’t be long till happiness steps up to greet me

From Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My HeadLåt by B.J. Thomas
Photo by Aleksandar Pasaric on Pexels.com

April Rain

Photo by Johannes Plenio on Pexels.com

This rain started with soft pattering
A whiff of new green things
Then the wind picked up
And temperature dropped
The downfall comes sideways
Now more smarting pellets
Than soft drop splashes
The clouds darken
Pellets turn to sleet
Big patches of flakes
Swirling in the wind
Melting upon touch
Sunset falls
Flakes turn to ice cold dark drizzle
A typical, but cold April experience
Best looked at from the needed rain perspective
Snug and warm indoors

© REDCAT

On GloPoWriMo prompt today. The challenge is to write a poem in the form of a review. […] a poetic review of something that isn’t normally reviewed.

Photo by veeterzy on Pexels.com

GloPoWriMo 2020

DAY 1 – Build a New Start
DAY 2 – Beloved Bookstore
DAY 3 – Sunshine and Hail
DAY 4 – Isolation Dating
DAY 5 –Staring out a Windowpane
DAY 6 – Casanova Comes Closer
DAY 7 – Swirling Colors of my Mind
DAY 8 – White – Red – Black
DAY 9 – Different World After
DAY 10 – Spring Hay(na)ku
DAY 11 – Love – Hay(na)ku
DAY 12 – Make Art – Triolet inspired
by Neil Gaiman and Chris Riddell
DAY 13 – What did you think would happen
to a child left on my doorstep?
DAY 14 – Ballad of the Lost Poet
DAY 15 – Writer’s class – Hay(na)ku
DAY 16 – What is a Nomad without a Tribe?
DAY 17 – Pale Spring, Here Again, Nature Awake
DAY 18 – Spring Day in the Garden
DAY 19 – Close Couplets
DAY 20 – Lost in Love’s First Flush
DAY 21 – She Tasted Like Memory
DAY 22 – Struggling Mind
DAY 23 – Written in the book of dust
DAY 24 – At the end of every week, Friday-Cozy!
DAY 25 – Slip, Crack, Shatter
DAY 26 – Humans Really Don’t Know
DAY 27 – April Rain
DAY 28 – Greeting the Watch Horse
DAY 29 – Letter of Hope
DAY 30 – Witches Walpurgis Night Preparation

The Turbo3

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Ice-cold rain pouring outside. But that doesn’t matter to The Turbo3.
We have missions!
Three-houses to build, weapon-sticks to find and try.
Rocks of every color and shape to lay patterns with.

I don my muscle-suit, mask, cape and matching sneakers.
Then go looking for my little brother.
He is in the kitchen practicing potions with mommy.

-”You might be a superhero, but you catch colds just like other kids”, mom says.
“Go don your woollys!”

I know that look. No point in arguing. So I go back to my room.
And make myself ready as one of The Turbo-Itchy3.

© RedCat


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