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! |
it was not moonlight but her soft lullaby voice that made me sleep well [2013.18.6...a] |
sudden torrents fell thunder and lightning crashed near I slept fitfully [2013.17.6...a] |
he spoke of his death as fire ravages forests no longer alive [2013.16.6...a] |
under a lone moon he sings of desperate heartache a single night bird [203.15.6...a] |
after rain-storm clouds bird dance decorates the sky and its pale blue haze [2013.14.6...a] NB: Nada properly commented that the last line (which is a blue haze) was weak. I've changed it, but it's still not the best. |
a first drop of rain brings a torrent of freshness then a star-lit night [2013.13.6...a] |
tiny pearls of rain a delicate scent of smoke float on evening air [2013.12.6...a] |
trees grown tall and strong leave their anguish behind them retold by man's words [2013.11.6...a] |
on brisk humid air a soupçon of fresh rainfall calm awakening [2013.10.6...a] |
under linden trees whose branches criss-cross thickly this storm too will pass [2013.9.6...a] |
like orchestra drums wind sprites tackle wooden chimes a strange rite of spring [2013.8.6...a] |
when darkness whispers secrets from warm desert sands moonlight twists and turns [2013.7.6...a] |
a rare summer sky illuminates naked limbs still looking like snow [2013.6.6...a] |
under clement skies the original smiley brings human sunlight [2012.5.6...a] |
life battles this chill enlivened by strong heart beats despite the north winds [2013.4.6…a] |
December wind chills factors out June's fantasy of warm holidays [2013.3.6...a] |
light and dark tango upon June's quaint breezy skies in cloud-like parades [2013.2.6…a] |
sunlight's warm aura lingers in sidewalk cafés with laughter and beer [2013.1.6...b] |
a tangled canvas invading abstract colors paint a troubled sky [2013.31.5...a] |
not a flicker of light crosses the threshold of fog dawn has disappeared [2013.30.5...a] |