“Oh that my words were written!
Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
24 Oh that with an iron pen and lead
they were engraved in the rock forever!
25 For I know that my Redeemer lives,
and at the last he will stand upon the earth. -Job 19:23-25 (Note that Job is an extremely old book of the Bible. Poetry and poetic narratives have always been a beautiful way to share.
Haikus are a poem style that follows the falling rules: they have 3 lines with 5 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second, and 5 in the third. I would love if you would share some in the comments and we can make this kind of a thread as best my site allows. 🙂 I will start:
Unwoven sweaters
Seven Million and counting
Darn that yarn now!
Memories fade away
Lost in the fog of dementia
Hope for a cure shines
(This one was from ChatGPT in this article: LINK. The AI thing didn’t really get it, but it tried)
As Holidays Come,
Pre-Grief and Guilt Looms. Lurks. Clouds.
Then Holidays Go.
Odd Dementia Change:
Newly Sweet Teeth. Love’n HoHos!!!
They deserve food joy!
Wanderers’ have plans
Turn to their dominant hand
Sadly, still get lost.
Caring tug-of-war:
Sufferer pulls, twists, and jerks.
Caregiver crumples.
Grief is a sly one
It hides in songs, pictures, smalls
It has its season.
Haikus just won’t do.
Walk a mile in mismatched shoes
Answers far and few.
Shoot me your best Haiku in the comments!
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It is Longest Day season again. 🙂 I have raised $320 give or take this year. My event info is above. If you can spare a nickel, shoot it through. 🙂 This year is more important than ever because of NIH funding cuts (for one reason). We need to keep the plates spinning. 🙂
Little G, one of the reasons I fight so hard for a cure, is a whopping 12 weeks old now! Here is her latest:
