Writing about ‘writing haiku’ captured my imagination. I woke up scribbling yesterday morning:
Poems float gently
in a breeze of syllables
From hill to valley
rushing waters stir my heart—
cleansing tears bear joy.
A word plops
on a silent pond
This is my second response to Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu Special #1 “The Poet’s Craft”. In this Carpe Diem Haiku Kai episode, guest writer, Kim Russell, invites us to write haiku about writing haiku.
This a collection of 17-syllable observations that I wrote in recent weeks:
Roadside stacks of brush by farm acres—no space for surplus twigs.
Young boys on ATVs raise clouds of dust spinning around my washed car.
Life is more simple when it pours—everything slows except traffic.
Boy rides kayak spinning in surging rapids as father guides from shore.
Life is poetry
Life is music
Life is art, dance….
Each laugh, each tear
a river of being
River and spray,
Flame and ash,
Song and echo,
Home and journey,
nothing at all.
If feelings of déjà vu are coming up for you, you may have heard Cid Corman’s three-line poem titled ‘The Call’ (at the link scroll down to find the poem–it opens with ‘Life is poetry’. Or you may have heard these words attributed to Leonard Cohen: ‘Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash’. Both Cid Corman’s poem and Leonard Cohen’s quote resonate with me.
hinges breath to quiet thought—
there, answers may dwell
Writer on trial
finds a doorway to meaning—
A response to Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge #118: reward & trial.
In symbols, clustered stars, far meaning hides
In poems, wordless messages reside
literal sense afloat or cast aside—
And sometimes words and form together glide
In serendipity gates open wide.
This is my response to Jane Dougherty’s 50th Poetry Challenge: ‘Fifty’. She will be taking a break from hosting challenges for a while. I would like to express my profound gratitude for the challenges she has offered. For me it was a weekly writing workshop, an opportunity to learn and experiment with aspects of form I would not have tackled on my own.
The form proposed for this week is called a ‘Fifty’: five lines of 10 syllables each. Each line must rhyme. Combining a long syllable count with rhyme requirements was by no means effortless for me. My topic was partly inspired by the image provided with the challenge, but as the poem is not about the image I have not shown it here.
chilled by the
imposing shadows of
your towering monuments.
How will I write,
write a poem?
You loom so LARGE—
adorned with literary acclaim and
But here is the sun—
I’ll lean against warm stone and
bask in radiant heat.
44 words makes a Quadrille. This is my first attempt in response to dVerse #17: Shadow.