Welcome to Haiku Fridays with J-Dub. Each week, I’ll post a haiku and a photo to spark reflection, emotion, or imagination.
Your challenge is simple: write your own haiku inspired by it—or on any theme that moves you—and share it in the comments.
Short, simple, powerful haiku—tiny poems that carry a big wallop. Capture a moment, a feeling, a memory—whatever comes through in 11 (3-5-3) or 17 (5-7-5) syllables. There’s no pressure, no judging, just a space to create and share.
This is about voice, reflection, and the quiet power of small poems.
Welcome to Haiku Fridays with J-Dub. Each week, I’ll post a haiku and a photo to spark reflection, emotion, or imagination.
Your challenge is simple: write your own haiku inspired by it—or on any theme that moves you—and share it in the comments.
Short, simple, powerful haiku—tiny poems that carry a big wallop. Capture a moment, a feeling, a memory—whatever comes through in 11 (3-5-3) or 17 (5-7-5) syllables. There’s no pressure, no judging, just a space to create and share.
This is about voice, reflection, and the quiet power of small poems.
Welcome to Haiku Fridays with J-Dub. Each week, I’ll post a haiku and a photo to spark reflection, emotion, or imagination.
Your challenge is simple: write your own haiku inspired by it—or on any theme that moves you—and share it in the comments.
Short, simple, powerful haiku—tiny poems that carry a big wallop. Capture a moment, a feeling, a memory—whatever comes through in 11 (3-5-3) or 17 (5-7-5) syllables. There’s no pressure, no judging, just a space to create and share.
This is about voice, reflection, and the quiet power of small poems.
Welcome to Haiku Fridays with J-Dub. Each week, I’ll post a haiku and a photo to spark reflection, emotion, or imagination.
Your challenge is simple: write your own haiku inspired by it—or on any theme that moves you—and share it in the comments.
Short, simple, powerful haiku—tiny poems that carry a big wallop. Capture a moment, a feeling, a memory—whatever comes through in 11 (3-5-3) or 17 (5-7-5) syllables. There’s no pressure, no judging, just a space to create and share.
This is about voice, reflection, and the quiet power of small poems.
Welcome to Haiku Fridays with J-Dub. Each week, I’ll post a haiku and a photo to spark reflection, emotion, or imagination.
Your challenge is simple: write your own haiku inspired by it—or on any theme that moves you—and share it in the comments.
Short, simple, powerful haiku—tiny poems that carry a big wallop. Capture a moment, a feeling, a memory—whatever comes through in 11 (3-5-3) or 17 (5-7-5) syllables. There’s no pressure, no judging, just a space to create and share.
This is about voice, reflection, and the quiet power of small poems.
Welcome to Haiku Fridays with J-Dub. Each week, I’ll post a haiku and a photo to spark reflection, emotion, or imagination.
Your challenge is simple: write your own haiku inspired by it—or on any theme that moves you—and share it in the comments.
Short, simple, powerful haiku—tiny poems that carry a big wallop. Capture a moment, a feeling, a memory—whatever comes through in 11 (3-5-3) or 17 (5-7-5) syllables. There’s no pressure, no judging, just a space to create and share.
This is about voice, reflection, and the quiet power of small poems.
Welcome to Haiku Fridays with J-Dub. Each week, I’ll post a haiku and a photo to spark reflection, emotion, or imagination.
Your challenge is simple: write your own haiku inspired by it—or on any theme that moves you—and share it in the comments.
Short, simple, powerful haiku—tiny poems that carry a big wallop. Capture a moment, a feeling, a memory—whatever comes through in 11 (3-5-3) or 17 (5-7-5) syllables. There’s no pressure, no judging, just a space to create and share.
This is about voice, reflection, and the quiet power of small poems.
Welcome to Haiku Fridays with J-Dub. Each week, I’ll post a haiku and photo to spark reflection, emotion, or imagination.
Your challenge is simple: write your own haiku inspired by it—or on any theme that moves you—and share it in the comments.
Short, simple, powerful haiku—tiny poems that carry a big wallop. Capture a moment, a feeling, a memory—whatever comes through in 11 (3-5-3) or 17 (5-7-5) syllables. There’s no pressure, no judging, just a space to create and share.
This is about voice, reflection, and the quiet power of small poems.
Anyone else see the late 70s / early 80s movie about gang warfare?
I remember watching it in the darkened theater with my friends. The feelings were intense back then. Made us afraid to go to New York.
Actually it made me wanna go there even more despite New York City in the 80s probably not being the safest place to be. But what do I know from my cocoon in San Antonio, Texas. I wanted to escape.
When I re-watched the movie on cable TV years later, I thought, “oh my gosh this is super cheesy.”
Not that I don’t like a good fictional story but still.
And say what you will about the movie, but that one line is iconic. At least for those of us at a certain age in a certain peer group.
So I’ll say it again with gusto—
“Warriors come out and plaaaay-yay”
OK, my fellow warriors, this post really does have a point. I think. Lol. 😂
Tomorrow I will be putting up my second Haiku Fridays with J-Dub and I got this idea to include a photo. Just a single image without words. Maybe a caption but no narrative beyond the haiku.
You see I am a picture taking fool. And I have so many that I wish to share. Even though they’re not award-winning like my Riverwalk photo. That snap was a one trick pony that I have yet to be able to repeat. But still, I’m hoping that these images draw emotions to the surface to assist in crafting those tiny little poems.
I’m doing this prompt y’all because I can’t keep being negative. I’ve got to get out of my head. Writing does that while providing the connection I crave.
Now that doesn’t mean it’s gonna be only saccharin and sugary.
We’re to find a song that was written or performed by someone who was born in the month of May. I picked Bono, born May 10, 1960. The following lyric essay was inspired by “One,” the third track on U2’s acclaimed 1991 album, Achtung Baby.
And just like that—
everything split.
“Is it getting better,
or do you feel the same?”
I don’t.
I stepped out of my own life
and into one I should have known about
all along.
Decades of not knowing—
and then knowing,
as if it’s the most ordinary thing.
“Did I disappoint you?”
Who is that for?
Because it lands either way.
“We’re one,
but we’re not the same.”
It’s our blood—
flowing through different veins.
“Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?”
I forgive but can’t forget.
Something was raised—
or something was uncovered—
and I don’t know what to do with it.
“You say love is a temple,
love a higher law…”
But this isn’t that.
This is something without definition.
“I can’t be holding on
to what you got
when all you got is hurt.”
Except I am.
Holding on for dear life.
“We get to carry each other.”
Do we?
Or do we just stand there—
connected, and still completely separate—
trying to understand
what “one” even means
this late in the story.
“One.”
That word doesn’t feel whole.
It feels split.
The dream was briefly real—
until it wasn’t.
The ache remains.
And now it lives here.
One by U2
Written for #SLS. Thanks, Jim for being a fantastic host. Very interesting intro today. The rules and pingback are here.
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