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! |
blood, like sap congeals, thaws and flows again sunlight [2014.24.3…c] |
wind thrashes through brittle window panes howling like death [2014.23.3…b] |
drop by drop city streets overflow purified [2014.21.3...a] |
cool night air your kiss an end to my tales reasons to love [2014.21.3...b] |
fractured sky haphazardly colored street art [2014.20.3…a] |
grey whitewash a bleak nothingness in the mood for... [2014.19.3...a] |
sky fire chilled by quick spinning wind spring wool [2014.18.3...a] |
night's cloak of cloud-muffled thickness a shiver [2014.17.3…a] |
elusive trees with swelling buds sleep [2014.16.3...a] |
ozone bomb hovers like eagles for mice a few more holes [2014.15.3…a] |
veiled sunlight atmospheric illness no romance [2014.14.3...a] |
shafts of light shape-shifting camouflage fried fish [2014.13.3...a] |
late at night a mother’s lullaby brings me home [2014.12.3…c] |
gray hazed air tangible stains of stench breathe… or not [2014.11.3…c] |
ten days of well brushed cerulean painting spring [2014.10.3...a] |
softly stretching nonchalant sunlit cat new boundaries [2014.9.3…f] |
on pure azure fluffy white parade floats graffiti [2014.8.3…a] |
one by one buds swell into green lace death recedes [2014.7.3…a] |
birds call from one tree to another tomorrows 2014.6.3...a |
silent sounds impersonate the winds breathless [2014.5.3…a] |