Category Archives: Haiku

What’s in a Name


Written in response to prompt: V.J.’S WEEKLY CHALLENGE #38: WHAT’S IN A NAME?


What’s in a Name?

Many years ago I connected with a spiritual group on the Internet. Two of the members befriended me personally; we had phone calls across oceans and a few visits in person.

These friends were poets, sharing their poems on this site. One of them would post a poem and the other answered with another poem. This really caught my eye, I loved what they were writing.

At this time, I had never written anything or even attempted to do so. But it peaked my interest. Letting go my fear of being laughed at for trying to make sense in writing a poem I eventually answered their poems with one of mine. This stream of poems lasted for a few week for the three of us. By then we had written pages long of answered poems. The poems were free verse and very long ones.

To make a story short, my poems often spoke of the Willow, the Willow being the center core in my response poems.
One of the poets began addressing me as Mother Willow.

The name I originally gave my WordPress site was “Mother Willow”. Then I change it to Willow Poetry as it described better what my site was about.

So there you have it, what’s in a name…short version.


t’is season of growth
observing tender willow
you can feel it move

©Hélène Vaillant


New Life




Written in response to prompt:  BrewNSpew Cafe 

Word of the week

marvel – (verb) – be filled with wonder or astonishment. Synonyms – stare, gape, goggle, admire, applaud.

marvel – (noun) – a wonderful or astonishing person or thing. Synonyms – wonder, miracle, spectacle, genius.


fresh new eyes marvel
at fingers, toes, voices, light,
soon walking, smiling

©Hélène Vaillant





Written for: Response to – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #16

An answering photo
A cartoon
A joke
A caption
An anecdote
A short story (flash fiction)
A poem
A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
An essay
A song—the lyrics or the performance
You have plenty of scope and only two criteria: 150 words


Response – # 1

There was a time when the city had what we called “lower town”.  A long staircase from upper-town lead you to lower town. In lower-town lived all the poor people, infirm, bums, etc. (described as such at the time). Sigh!

The mentality of that time, separation of classes. It was no wonder that the poor unfortunate souls had difficulty coming from lower-town to establish their right in upper-town.

This in my own lifetime, I am 76, not living in the boonies, right in Ontario/Quebec Provinces.

Sad story when someone choses to discriminate against whatever, for many years, decades even, this has been our story, continuing to this day, in so many ways, while some think they are superior then.

Ok, just my thoughts on what came up with this picture…

Response – #2

stairs to river

This is the stairwell from my front door that leads through a footpath to the river.  Front my door to the river is approximately 3 minutes walking.

poetry (Haiku)


ascending stairwell
tread path alongside green space
ancient river flows


©Hélène Vaillant


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