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! |
soaring high shadow of a white eagle seek life [2014.4.3…a] |
rain-fringed clouds no horizon for wool’s warmth dripping shawls [2014.3.3…a] |
a muted sun caught in lazy days of haze waiting [2014.2.3…a] |
night secrets tangle in star-swept skies now let me sleep [2014.1.3...b] |
soft white beams wind-fluttered between thick clouds lighthouse [2014.28.2...a] (a non-moon poem) |
night after night moonbeams shroud the old garden I walk away [2014.27.2...a] |
dark windows ghosts looking at present tense a full moon [2014.26.2...a] |
from within color bursts from contained skies like tearfall [2014.25.2…a] |
far away distant as colored sunset your smile [2014.24.2…a] |
thick fog like thermal shock on thin panes nothing beyond [2014.23.2…a] |
sleep is rare rain patters on roof replace dreams.... [2014.22.2….a] |
bright shadows outlined in hurried steps gloves and scarves [2014.21.2…a] |
lackluster draped in brightly-colored cloth to survive rain [2014.20.2…a] |
a fine mist shines on slick oil-stained streets diffused rainbows [2014.19.2..a] |
reflections from a disjointed mind sanity [2014.18.2…a] |
less morning wind I shiver in solitude and look for peace [2014.17.2…b] |
a wet uproar torn, leaking livelihoods loss [2014.15.2...a] |
orbit’s end cascading pearl ribbons embrace shadows [2014.14.2...b] |
pale down-turned eyes lament this obscurity captive days [2014.14.2...a] |
before dusk draped in a pale blue cape a full moon [2014.13.2...] |