My evolving project for 2013 and 2014 is to write and post here one poem each day. |
We are all in need of being inspired. I find that if we lift our eyes just a few times each day, we will discover something poetic that might just touch our hearts. Of course putting those emotions in a 17-syllable poem is another matter altogether! A brief explanation of my style of haiku writing, though. I believe in traditional haiku that must speak about nature and I try to follow the pattern of two lines exposing a particular scene and a third line making a commentary. And as of mid-August, 2013. I've been experimenting with modern English haiku which doesn't require the stiff 5/7/5 pattern. However, after my decision to continue the project another year, I have decided to use the haiku structure as a departure for "haiku-like" poems having three lines but not more that 17 syllables. I hope to maintain poems with haiku-like souls. Wish me luck! |
winter roses tiny splashes of pink join two years [2014.31.12…a] |
chase the sun until moonlight outshines snow songs of fate [2014.30.12...a] |
slow snowfall distills hope on cold earth night's blanket [2014.29.12...a] |
wrapped in wool the hearth melts artic winds painted sunlight [2014.28.12...a] |
eyes watch as snow transforms the night silent dance [2014.27.12...a] |
we hibernate while snow covers old trees dreams of youth [2014.26.12...a] |
sweet smiles of children seen too seldom a few days [2014.25.12...a] far away those who celebrate alone my family [2014.25.12...b] |
unwrapped things are always perfect gifts sunny skies [2014.24.12…a] |
clear night skies glistening like holidays an early gift [2014.23.12...a] |
morning mist the two rivers flow freely sunlit drops [2014.22.12...a] |
I follow geese on a southward exile a warm hearth [2014.21.12...a] |
a wind witch taunts festivity tis the season [2014.20.12...a] |
one part clouds three parts melting snow winter's ale [ 2014.19.12…a] |
snowflakes settle in my memories to melt dreams [2014.18.12...b] |
steamed windows birds beyond are swift shadows a wool cape [2014.17.12…a] |
time contained in a grain of sand memories [2014.16.12...a] |
arctic winds blow more and more each day a hot oven [2014.15.12...b] |
in thick fog I too am invisible like a beggar [2014.14.12… a] |
when beer falls in place of winter rain snowmen sing [2014.13.12...a] |
pushed by north winds clutching an umbrella cold and wet [2014.12.12...a] |