There was a day when a poem knew what it was
It went for a walk, people would nod
“Yes, a poem” they would say
Since Emily’s time, writers broke traditions
A poem walked proudly but some people said:
“Is this really a poem?”
I poemed this in response to dVerse’s quadrille challenge: “Poem one for me”.
Yesterday I had two encounters with water wildlife:
Turtle crosses road
drawn to marsh on other side,
unaware of meteors
hurdling on collision path.
comes into focus—
rare roadside sight
wings mutual surprise.
In response to Carpe Diem #1226 Swamp
Rain curtain parts,
dark clouds lit by setting sun
chirps flutter on soft breeze
A rare sight
Pure white blooms
in tangle of greens
The other day I was surprised to discover rare white viper’s bugloss flowers. The second photo shows the most prevalent bugloss in its distinctive blue nearby.
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.