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! |
the sky's in limbo ill-brushed with grey and blue clouds mis-matching colors [2013.29.5...a] |
the clouds are wrung dry only scant wetness escapes their bleak hovering [2013.28.5...a] |
shimmering gold light beyond my sleep-heavy eyes great reason to wake [2013.27.5...a] |
under clear blue skies days when swallows dip swiftly count them for a prize [2013.26.5…a] |
quick changing cloudscapes back-lighted by glowing sun and blue-framed shadows [2013.25.5...a] |
high between grey clouds hides a forgotten promise a small patch of blue [2013.24.5...b] |
in thirty minutes north wind blows gray over blue with frozen bluster [2013.23.5...a] |
a few strokes of blue conquer grey's domination monotony ends [2013.22.5...a] |
after intense rain spring overwhelms the wet air with exquisite scents [2013.21.5…a] |
aerial ballet a sad play of wind-borne tears poetry of clouds [2013.20.5...a] |
soft rain still pummels gently and unrelenting I have forgotten blue [2013.19.5…a] |
four songbirds battle to ignite heavenly spheres with rainbow voices [2013.18.5…a] |
breathtaking north wind pushing me from dawn to dusk with icicle hands [2013.17.5…a] |
small transparent orbs drip slowly like careless thoughts whetting new green leaves [2013.16.5…a] |
moments of magic when heavy battle-worn skies fade into pastels [2013.15.5…a] |
waiting for sunshine to glorify timid spring with vibrant color [2013.14.5…a] |
thick grey invasion has wrapped my world in steel wool needed to walk on [2013.13.5…a] |
blustering north wind blows cold, dry threats to new leaves under restless skies [2013.12.5…b] |
drops of falling rain sparrows forage for nest twigs intriguing a cat [2013.11.5...a] |
worse than loud thunder or rain pelting on tile roofs nocturnal rock bands [2013.10.5…a] |