Thanks to Roberta Beach Jacobson, the editor of the Cold Moon Journal and Five Fleas Itchy Poetry, this pedometer geek poet had two haiku published in her Cold Moon Journal in February. The two haiku are as follows:
chattering sparrows
in the burning bush
—town gossips
~Nancy Brady, 2024
dirty slush…
all the cars on the road
the same color
~Nancy Brady, 2024
Thanks, Robin, for selecting these two haiku. I truly appreciate that you published them on Cold Moon. To read all the haiku, check out https://coldmoonjournal.blogspot.com/
In other haiku happenings, Mark’s blog comment triggered the following off-the-cuff haiku:
mid-winter night
another poem about
snow flurries
~Nancy Brady, 2024
To read the haiku that Mark wrote, check out his haiku in the comment section at https://seasonwords.com/2024/02/02/week-05-nahaiwrimo/
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Marvellous haiku, Nan. I love the chattering sparrows haiku especially, as you’ve captured their little personalities perfectly. 🤗🙋♂️
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Thanks, Ashley. That is so kind of you to say, and I think sparrows are so cute.
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Hi Nan,
“dirty slush” made me laugh! I had that same thought yesterday when I went out to the parking lot after work. I glad you were able to capture that moment in haiku!
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Hey Mark! Glad you liked the “dirty slush” haiku and it made you laugh. It came to me as I was driving to an appointment. All the cars looked the same, gray and encrusted with salt stains. I’m beginning to believe that when I don’t think so hard (off the cuff) my haiku are better. Thanks for reading! ~Nan
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Chattering sparrows in the burning bush made me laugh. That is exactly what town gossips are! Talk about nailing it…Man you did it there.
Dirty slush, Mid winter night…Glad I don’t have to deal with them anymore. Connecticut winters were brutal. And all the cars were red from the stuff they threw on the roads.
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Thanks, JC. I am glad you found the humor in my haiku. Every time I hear a bunch of sparrows grouped together chattering, I think of gossips. Believe it or not, I have sent this haiku (with different types of bushes) to so many different journals with rejection after rejection. I am so glad that Roberta found it worthy of publication.
Our cars don’t turn red in the slush, but all look grayish from a salt and slush spraying up on the sides of the cars. I’m glad you’ve escaped to the sunny Carolinas!
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Hi Nan: Congratulations for two poems being published! Well done! The burning bush is wonderful and resonates. I had never heard of a burning bush before…so, I looked them up…they are beautiful and have the same name as the one in the bible!
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Thanks, Madeleine, for checking out my blog and my haiku. After changing the type of plant, I finally had someone (Roberta) accept this haiku; I’ve had that haiku rejected multiple times by multiple journals, yet I could not let it go. I’m sure you probably know what I mean.
Yes, burning bushes are beautiful in the autumn when they turn to bright red. Before then, they are rather ordinary green, but regardless of the season, sparrows love ours (which is right outside our side door). As long as I have seen them growing up, for the first time, I noticed they have small red berries on them this fall. Weird, huh? I may just have to write a ku about them. Or not! ~Nan
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Sounds good Nan!
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Delighted to check out your blog and your lovely haiku! I do understand what you mean. And I am happy you persevered. 🙂
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Hi Madeleine,
I’ve been elated, exasperated, and befuddled wondering why suddenly these older ku are being accepted when they weren’t before. Is it because I have changed them up just a bit, or is something else entirely? What is the difference between the following:
in the hedgerow
the chattering of sparrows
–town gossips
and the one above (burning bush)? Is it the editor or something else? Inquiring minds want to know, or more specifically, I would like to know.
~Nan
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Sometimes in winter all there are is shaded of mush. That’s why it is such a treat when the sun is out in the morning and comes through the crystals!
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You are absolutely right, JP. Many of the days are gray, the skies are gray, and mush is definitely gray. I think the sun peeks out to give us some relief from the muck and mush, fortunately!
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