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! |
this thunder pierces walls and eardrums no music [2014.23.5...a] |
where I go my eyes caught in west sun wandering [2014.22.5...a] |
soft rains came then blustered, calm and intense a great sadness [2014.21.5...a] |
drop by drop unforgettable clouds tulip fields [2014.20.5...a] |
windows wide birds chatter behind shutters love songs [2014.19.5...a] |
sun dried clothes decorate balconies a parade [2014.18.5...a] |
at this hour sun slants find strange angles morning walk [2014.17.5...a] |
bright sunlight each life is wide awake but not me [2014.16.5...a] |
smelling grass green on blue memories childhood [2014.15.5…a] |
closing in a blanket of white fluff sleep [2014.14.5…a] |
I squint against smile or storm confused [2014.13.5...a] |
a rainbow conquers the blight of rain for a while [2014.12.5…a] |
words caught in gusts of torrents of rain washed away [2014.11.5...b] |
drops slide with grace on the window while winds howl [2014.10.5…a] |
turbulence oppresses the church bells inner peace [2014.9.5…a] |
they reach out perfume does not confine them night roses [2014.8.5…c] |
flowers bend while clouds dance blue, white, grey yoga [2014.7.5...a] |
red roses sweet blood of the earth reach skywards [2014.6.5...a] |
while we watch blue sunlit skies cradle old love poems [2014.5.5…a] |
unseen clouds absorb the starlit night no wind [2014.4.5…b] |