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! |
hypnotized by grey skies and fleeing clouds feeling life [2014.23.1…b] |
excessive wet drenched in swollen agony torn by tears [2014.22.1...a] |
we of life reach towards cloud dimmed lights to seek grace [2014.21.1...a] |
lost in myself wandering through eyes and heart wondering [2014.20.1…a] |
I found this place old tombstone with your name give me peace [2014.19.1...a] |
a word, whispered a gift of tears and poetry night call [2014.18.1...a] |
step softly as I hobble in new shoes bought in haste [2014.17.1...a] |
silver rays push through a wall of clouds walking home [2014.16.1...a] |
her coarse words plummeted with steady rain I got wet [2014.15.1...a] |
mountains of clouds like the cushions on my bed no comfort [2014.14.1...a] |
balancing life with laughter and tears wise man’s mantra [2014.13.1…b] |
falling asleep calm, soundless evening tell me a tale [2014.12.1…a] |
end of day with gold lamé and glitter elegance [2014.11.1...a] |
scented beauty dark chocolate and orchids sensations [2014.10.1...a] |
in the box she packed away secrets until next year [2014.9.1...b] |
close your eyes imagine what you will winter songs [2014.8.1...a] |
ghosts return through grey fog and torn clouds dying branches [2014.7.1...a] |
she waits for darkness to claim her frailty the boatman [2014.6.1...a] |
noon at midnight drums awaken worn souls bedtime stories [2014.5.1...a] |
quiet sunlight overcomes rain filled days like a prayer [2014.4.1...a] |