somewhere i have never travelled, old chum, you are the best

are your companions 
"in real life" or "virtual?"
grown ups need labels. 


just met? never seen?
children understand a friend
is anyone you love. 

With a more than a nod to my favorite poem by e.e. cummings, I was inspired by my Girl, the friends she makes everywhere with every-thing, as well as this week's prompt from Haiku Horizons. 

Dedicated to all my friends - Many of whom I love dearly, but who might as well live in Narnia for as often as I will see them. 

Who can blame the rose its compulsion to make thorns?

The weary blossoms 

bow their heads to the rain drops,

welcoming the rest. 

The leaves remember 

hopeful buds, bursting with life,

eager in the Sun. 

These fragile beauties

captivate, intoxicate.

They're seasonal hires.

Suffering cut backs,

the greens dig deep to survive

perennially. 

Inspired by numerous photos of these rain soaked rosebushes as well as the last two prompts from Haiku Horizons. 

The Most Important Thing About Raising a Fashion Butterfly

Carefree, style to spare:

match Betsey Johnson's fun frills

to Marc Jacobs' street.

Plaids need stripes, prints too. 

Always rock your leopard spots!

With Love, all things match. 

Inspired by this fearless beauty, who has been making bold style choices since she was (just barely) able to vocalize her strong opinions about the clothes she would certainly would NOT be wearing. As well as this week's prompt from Haiku Horizons. 

Does a Clock Worry When it's Time to Unwind?

Motherhood clockworks:
the balanced pendulum swings 
in constant motion. 

Tug the weights too much
- pendulum energy shifts - 
wrecking ball mood swings. 

Inspired by all the mothers we celebrate this month, the amazing women of Mommitment, as well as this week's prompt from Haiku Horizons. 

Destination: Anywhere in the Middle of Nowhere

Running for the sake 

of wind in my hair, laughing,
like the child I chase.

Pure, simple pleasure:

Able body and free will. 

Such is liberty.

Genie wished for legs
Not only to be his own 
Master, but to run. 

Inspired by my rebellious children, who run away from me with ever-so-much glee, as well as this week's prompt from Haiku Horizons. 

Previously, I mused about running in an entirely different direction. You can read that HERE. 

Mix Equal Parts Faith to Trust, and a Dash of Pixie Dust

Clouds of words floating. 
Thoughts mysteriously joined.
Poem, form thyself.

Ideas in flight! 
Flitting toward bright star light;
Poems are word sprites.

Inspired by these clouds I spotted on Tuesday, as well as this week's prompt from Haiku Horizons. 

Is that a Butterfly in Your Tummy?

“You must face the fear!

First delve deep and then expound," 

Dug down: Hurled on ground.

Inspired by my quest for inner peace, as well as this week's prompt from Haiku Horizons. 

one for my babies & one more for the road

Give me another. 

Slice of cake? Coffee? Wine? No. 

Hug mom - one last time. 

Inspired by my dear friend The Shy Poet, as well as this week's prompt from Haiku Horizons. 

Life in the Big Apple: A Feline Perspective

urban cat watches world
perched in relative safety 
on the window ledge

Inspired by this portrait of my Kitty I took on Tuesday, as well as this week's prompt from Haiku Horizons.