I love me some Cowboy Poetry and in my opinion there isn’t enough of it! My cowboy and I went to see the SuperBull Series in Grand Rapids last weekend where this cowboy was talking to God a bit before trying for his 8 second ride.
Photo courtesy of Michelle Pendergrass.
Directions:
1. Write a haiku inspired by the photo and post it in the comments.
For extra chances to win:
2. Follow @reliefjournal on Twitter
3. Follow @Quo Vadis on Twitter
4. Twitter @reliefjournal with your haiku and #PHW (Photo Haiku Wednesday)
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The good people over at Quo Vadis have generously donated some prizes!!
The weekly winner will receive a Quo Vadis Habana Journal and a bottle of J. Herbin ink!!
Every week Relief will choose a random winner! So play along and tell your friends. See the information below for extra chances to win.
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Winner will be announced via Twitter Thursday afternoons.
We can only ship to U.S. addresses right now.
You may only win once every three months, but you may play along every week for Twitter Super Bonus Points.
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Would you like to have your photo featured on Photo Haiku Wednesday?
Email your photos to Michelle: photohaiku@reliefjournal.com
You’ll get a photo credit link here on the main blog and you’ll also be entered in the drawing for the Quo Vadis Habana journal and bottle of J. Herbin ink the week your photo appears on the blog!
#1 by Michelle Pendergrass on February 17, 2010 - 8:27 am
Dirt, dust, spit, snot, sweat, and blood
Knee bent and humbled
He knows where his help comes from.
#2 by Michelle Pendergrass on February 17, 2010 - 2:08 pm
Forgive me haiku-ists.
I did 7/5/7 instead of 5/7/5. I’m so terribly embarrassed!
(it’s the Nyquil.)
#3 by Travis Griffith on February 17, 2010 - 2:16 pm
If you let me win
I promise to stop swearing
At least for winter
#4 by Brad Fruhauff on February 17, 2010 - 3:56 pm
What am I holding
Except this pulsing quiet –
This exploding life?
#5 by Michelle Pendergrass on February 17, 2010 - 4:16 pm
And of course, the poetry editor stops by. On this day. The day I decide to try this haiku thing. The day I royally screw it up while he laughs from his comfy chair sipping coffee.
#6 by Travis Griffith on February 17, 2010 - 4:54 pm
Michelle, you rock. Simple as that.
#7 by Chris Mikesell on February 17, 2010 - 6:38 pm
He wore a checked shirt,
A striped feather in his hat.
Tacky, buckaroo.
#8 by Geoff M. Pope on February 17, 2010 - 10:44 pm
He could bind up more
with an eight-second prayer than
all our bullshit faith
#9 by Ian David Philpot on February 17, 2010 - 11:58 pm
Somewhere in the dirt
What was lost cannot be found
–My lucky contact
#10 by ann foshee on February 18, 2010 - 8:16 am
shirt – clean and crisp
hat – tall and broad
soul – empty and waiting
after – soiled and wrinkled and flattened and rumpled and filled to the brim with joy