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! |
blinding sun psychedelic hot peppers too much pain [2014.2.7...a] |
sleep hovers beyond restless wind chimes the moon snores [2014.1.7...a] |
crowned by dusk the distant city thrones glittering [2014.30.6...a] |
day’s end perfumed with rose and rain a bouquet [2014.29.6…a] |
when grey falls mixing with the haze of blues rain sings [2014.28.6...a] |
summer rain brings fresh morning air shadows dance [2014.27.6...a] |
cold fat drops in a fast, drenching frenzy sleeveless clothes [2014.26.6...a] |
gentle hues post-sunset lingering summer lights [2014.25.6…a] |
from these gusts sunlight offers no shelter I shiver [2014.24.6…b] |
through the slats a soft gold light bathes the room granting rest [2014.23.6...a] |
late sunset refuses night's embrace soft love songs [2014.22.6...b] |
more stripes in this night's longest sunset the same stars [2014.21.6...a] |
blue lights catch midnight pensiveness new solar paths [2014.20.6...a] |
survival of a thousand queen bees caught in words [2014.19.6...a] |
like fine silk a pale shimmer of pink whispered night [2014.18.6...a] |
caught in gold fluorescent ridges Broadway lights [2014.17.6...a] |
coming home knowing you conquered life wordless joy [2014.16.6…a] |
unwanted cold wind still bellows life bends [2014.15.6...a] |
swift windmills do not chase blue beyond tales for books [2014.14.6...a] |
dusk light fades to silver pinpoints look beyond [2014.13.6...a] |