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! |
wind calming sunset comes with muted hues a dog howls [2013.25.11...b] |
daylight gone floating between sun and stars deep slumber [2013.24.11...a] |
one more day churning winds do not end I still wait [2013.23.11...a] |
pink striped sky clement morning hours later is fate [2013.22.11...a] |
earthbound lamentations of rain a veil on time [2013.21.11...a] |
wind spun night suffocates fields in white breathless songs [2013.29.11...a] |
pale gold sidewalks leaves with last dying breaths lead me home [2013.19.11...a] |
a cape of mist beyond my windows stillness [2013.18.11...a] |
tendrils of fog caress chilled windowpanes teasing warmth [2013.17.11…a] |
under our feet dying leaves sing last songs shifting souls [2013.16.11...b] |
calm dull skies air perfumed with pancakes sweet surprise [2013.15.11...a] |
black quilted shroud skies scream wild wind and tears ways of war [2013.14.11...a] |
blue everywhere eyes, perfect skies, parkas even our songs [2013.13.11...b] |
checkerboard days between every contrast black wins [2013.12.11...a] |
first frost days lengthen into night crisp white sheets [2013.11.11…a] |
autumn sunlight as rare as diamonds blinded by clouds [2013.10.11…a] |
gray horizon dull umbrella gardens no sweet blooms [2013.9.11...a] |
too much rain hastens dry leaves to mulch quick demise [2013.8.11…a] |
a breath of spring inhale warmth and blue skies november joke [2013.7.11…a] |
wind whistles while trees tell gruesome tales silence hovers [2013.6.11...a] |