Weekly Photo Challenge: Object

©2014 Beret Olsen
©2014 Beret Olsen

I grew up in the Midwest, as far as possible from any ocean.

I might have withered in the parched heat of the Plains, but my family headed East for the summers, where a day without a dip in the lake bordered on shameful.

Still, as close as we were, we seldom made it to the seashore, but if and when we did…

I wandered along the water line, icy water creeping unexpectedly underfoot,

The undertow sucking sand from beneath me;

Greedy surf clearing the shore of footprints, emptying the mind of everything but the present.

I looked for shells with perfect holes bored in their bellies from countless trips across the sea floor.

I looked for bits of seaweed, and crabs, and little fish trapped in tide pools.

But what I gathered and hid in my pockets were the stones which had been worn smooth by the relentless drive of the tides,

From being tossed and raked across the beach,

Endlessly,

Endlessly.

Brutally made,

But honed and solid,

Warm in my hand,

Ready to skip.

It reminds me through the long winter chill

That the elements conspire to make us beautiful and strong.

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Food for Thought: Turkey Breasts

This tom could use a "manssiere." -From wikipedia commons.
This tom could use a “manssiere.” -Photo from wikipedia commons.

“You know,” the spouse mused,

“This bird’s the double D-cup

of the poultry world.”

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The haiku challenge is over, but I am unable to dismantle the machine. Though it may look as if I am listening to you intently, I am probably just counting your syllables.

Haiku Catchoo: A Few More for the Road

©2003 Beret Olsen
©2003 Beret Olsen

Parenthood

At two, she clings fast

And then she is twenty-two,

calling once a week.

One for the Road

We’re pulling away

Laden with baggage and snacks

heading for elsewhere

While I Try to Work

The man next to me

thumps the bench and sings along

then reads this and leaves

 

My mission, should I choose to accept it: Haiku

The Daily Post issued a challenge to write five haikus this week. Yesterday’s post featured my first attempt. Here are #2, 3, and 4. They are–as you will soon see–completely unrelated. The first is about the book I just finished, which was terrifying.

From Amazon.com
From play.google.com

Beautiful Boy

I read this book fast

like pulling off a bandaid

to lessen the sting.

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Hope

The ability

to see possibility

in the status quo

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On Google

One finds anything

with a touch of a button

and targeted ads.

Iceland: Haiku #1

©2012 Beret Olsen
©2012 Beret Olsen

Yesterday, The Daily Post issued a haiku challenge for the week:  five haikus in five days. Please be kind; I’m a little rusty. I haven’t written one of these since puberty.

Iceland

Volcanoes erupt

from bare rock like cone-shaped swords

A land with no trees

©2012 Beret Olsen
©2012 Beret Olsen
©2012 Beret Olsen
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Firstborn

From ingaphotography.wordpress.com
From ingaphotography.wordpress.com

I was shell-shocked, sleepless,

mostly numb for three days straight.

On the fourth day, I was holding our tiny creation, mesmerized by her miniature, spastic gestures,

when I felt a sudden rush of sorrow and overwhelming futility.

Who am I to invite someone new into this crazy world?

Though fierce when provoked, I am so small, my shell hopelessly permeable.

What protection can I offer this perfect and vulnerable creature?

I wept for the confusion in store for her, for the first time she will be disappointed–perhaps by me–

And for the first time her heart will be broken.