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! |
after fierce rain subtle evening pastels unexpected [2013.16.10…c] |
partial moon candles replaced by stars night slumber [2013.15.10...a] |
anthracite sky eclipsed sunset's fairness wet horizon [2013.14.10…b] |
southbound flocks dark specks on cold blue skies destiny's call [2013.13.10…b] |
ice blue skies caress each shaft of light painting contrast [201.12.10...b] |
winter's hand reaches across borders chilling time [2013.11.10...a] |
frozen darts propelled from angry clouds prelude to snow [2013.10.10...b] |
traces of pink bid farewell to grey clouds rain lullaby [2013.9.10...b] |
cool evening crisper than falling leaves autumn songs [2013.8.10…b] |
soft cotton drying in the wind sun gazing [2013.7.10…c] |
backyard fires dead leaves dashed with hickory perfume [2013.4.10…b] |
slowly gold replaces green leaves autumn's Midas [2013.5.10…b] It appears today is actually day 278. I've gotten all my days mixed up! |
a yellow glaze surrounds blue-grey clouds leaves cling to life [2013.2.10...a] |
tiny drops reflect morning's first light leaves in the wind [2013.1.10…a] |
filtered light low on the dim horizon this last day [2013.30.9…b] |
night as silent as a stone whispers wisdom [2013.29.9…a] |
cool breeze hot humid afternoon silk on skin [2013.28.9…c] |
the fair season losing its vitality moss to mulch [2013.27.9…a] |