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Something Small, Every Day (or so): Frostbiting

Charlotte Hamrick

FrostbitingSailing in cold weather,sharks trolled the provincialreefs, enforcing a mandate of approved colors within the linesand sanctionedinterspecies communication.They believed they were disguised beneath the smooth skin and welcoming grinof the dolphin, butsmaller fish are quick and quietgliding through dark, turbulent waves,avoiding the gnashing teeth and bellowsof sharks in dolphin clothing.They endured the frostbiting pressure,learned to float in icy waters untilUp, up, upthey rose to where light was meltingthe menace at last.* Frostbiting is a new to me word whose definition immediately made me think of the relentless clamp down on free speech in the last several years. (I do not … Continue reading Something Small, Every Day (or so): Frostbiting

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Something Small, Every Day (or so): Exhale Slowly

Charlotte Hamrick

Exhale SlowlyAfter the foot departs in theirSearch for meaning andA good woman done wrong,The earth moves and five minutesAgo rain tapped out. Today’s lessonIs humility. Up to down, right to left,I follow. What is the color Of love or a shadow’s weight?Above the sky or below the waves,Some days pain drags behind meNo matter what. Exhale slowly that longTunnel ribbed in silence. In keeping with my intent to create something small every day and to resurrect my poetry practice, I plan to publish on this site one of my poems every few days. I won’t do it every day because … Continue reading Something Small, Every Day (or so): Exhale Slowly

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In Sleep

Charlotte Hamrick

A skift of fluff whispers along the floor next to Buddy’s bed. He is there, softly snuffling in his sleep, a bit of raspberry tongue peeking out. A twitch of his feet accompanies a yip-yip from the shimmery world behind closed eyes where he runs and barks with Sammy, who is much missed but is alive again in Buddy’s memory and dreams. A raw bit of prose inspired by this prompt and by this suggestion: “Something small, every day.” I’m trying. :) Continue reading In Sleep

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Seasonal Haiku

Charlotte Hamrick

Our Rose of Sharon purchased in love’s long daylight binds us together Mark of Naturalist Weekly invites us to write a haiku about a flower that is currently blooming in our area. Rose of Sharon (Hibiscus syriacus) is actually a bushy shrub but the flowers are amazing and it blooms its little heart out for months. It’s a popular plant in the South. Do pop over to Naturalist Weekly for the current post about Irises and some lovely Haiku translations as a bonus. Gardeners and poets, you’ll love it! Continue reading Seasonal Haiku