sprinkled glass shadows scatter

splashing across floors

[an original haiku by Holly Dilatush; February 27, 2009]

We recently hung a beautiful prism that is diamond-shaped, and actually holds distilled water, on our diningroom window. When the sun hits it, it sends myriad rainbows of varying sizes all over the diningroom and into nearby areas, too. It reminds me of those days when you glimpse the sun pushing through clouds and it just looks so ethereal. It’s magical, enchanting, new each time.

Nature-watching is like that for me, too — scattering, splashing, shadows, sprinkling — awakening the senses…

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Please visit the above link and view the short video.  It’s one of the first videos I’ve created with my new wonderful ‘toy’ (Flip Mino HD digital video recorder) — and tells you about the debut of “Poetry Corner” and “Storytelling Corner” events at TESOL 2009 in Denver CO next month!

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Do you remember this one?

[I am sharing it as a silent tribute in honor of and as hopeful inspiration for a very special woman who has recently had uterine cancer surgery and will soon begin chemotherapy...]

HOPE is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,

[part 1 of XXXII, "Life"]

copied from:  http://www.bartleby.com/113/1032.html

by Charles Osgood
from the Osgood File, 1986
[copied from http://holyjoe.org/poetry/osgood1.htm, with thanks to Joe Horn for sharing it and to Dr. Falvo for alerting me to the reference]

There once was a pretty good student
Who sat in a pretty good class
And was taught by a pretty good teacher
Who always let pretty good pass.
He wasn’t terrific at reading,
He wasn’t a whiz-bang at math,
But for him, education was leading
Straight down a pretty good path.
He didn’t find school too exciting,
But he wanted to do pretty well,
And he did have some trouble with writing
Since nobody taught him to spell.
When doing arithmetic problems,
Pretty good was regarded as fine.
5+5 needn’t always add up to be 10;
A pretty good answer was 9.
The pretty good class that he sat in
Was part of a pretty good school,
And the student was not an exception:
On the contrary, he was the rule.
The pretty good school that he went to
Was there in a pretty good town,
And nobody there seemed to notice
He could not tell a verb from a noun.
The pretty good student in fact was
Part of a pretty good mob.
And the first time he knew what he lacked was
When he looked for a pretty good job.
It was then, when he sought a position,
He discovered that life could be tough,
And he soon had a sneaking suspicion
Pretty good might not be good enough.
The pretty good town in our story
Was part of a pretty good state
Which had pretty good aspirations
And prayed for a pretty good fate.
There once was a pretty good nation
Pretty proud of the greatness it had,
Which learned much too late,
If you want to be great,
Pretty good is, in fact, pretty bad.

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three lines

first line = five syllables

second line = seven syllables

third line = five syllables

should not rhyme

should contain a metaphor (or more)

should relate to nature in some way

So — this wikispace is an invitation to haiku with a technology connection –

Here’s my first attempt:

meddling in Moodle
sowing seeds, young and seasoned
dandelion dance