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! |
odd silence no sunburst, but wind chill first swallows [2O14.13.4…c] |
moonlight broken by a single cloud an owl hoots [2014.12.4...c] |
pink haze follows a maze of blues to moonshine [2014.11.4...b] |
bird song brightens the alarm clock with hope [2014.10.4…b] |
sweet perfume lilac and honeysuckle no smoking [2014.9.4...b] |
pink and gray vie to win evening’s charm roses win [2014.8.4…a] |
sunset painted from dark bruised skies hush, my soul [2014.7.4…c] |
ten p.m. no stars break the thin clouds no dreams [2014.6.4…b] |
slow motion in a spot of sunlight silent shadows [2014.5.4...c] |
bright colors kidnapped the horizon quelling grey [2014.4.4…c] |
muted sounds a forest of evergreen chapel [2014.3.4…b] |
grey embers capture life behind smog dousing light [2014.2.4…b] |
clouds of pink blossoms to sweet cherries summer feast [2014.1.4…b] |
sunlight disappears for a week I miss you [2014.31.3…a] |
lilac buds sunlessly warmed air quiet chimes [2014.30.3…a] |
life blossoms backlit by golden warmth post card days [2014.29.3…a] |
no one image Is more poignant than others spring's blue sky [2014.28.3...a] |
in gardens bright colors scorn winter's chill hot tea [2014.27.3…b] |
chastised not having thick wooly fur north wind [2014.26.3…c] |
dark hours of late march frozen nights sad risks [2014.25.3...b] |