Spontaneous poem is like Brushstroke journey One moment following into the next black ink on white paper shape out of the formless punctuation for the sheer hell of it … Even a pause is continuation of the flowering … Even silence speaks…. … And then off we go again Sometimes soaring into rarified alpine airsContinue reading “A spontaneously composed poem is…”
Mushrooms march ‘cross vistas of subterranean consciousness Embodying dreams of silent, flowering conquest With soft flesh of fecund purpose. #7 10/29/21
After pasting in the Cornfields painting for Haiku #5 by once-pastor to impoverished mining community Van Gogh, and who inspired one of the characters in Emile Zola’s famous work ‘Germinal’ and who later died a patient suffering from mental illness induced by a lifetime of outer world hardships and failures, the following haiku arose, imaginingContinue reading “Haiku #6 Van Gogh’s Blessings”
He: scuffing a forlorn boot on wasteland gravel She: waiting by the river for Lothlorien Prince We: waiting for hope to prove worthy not traitorous (After pasting in the above cornfields painting for this haiku on a whim, another arose now published as #6.)
Gossamer thin she walks like willow Bitter sweet church bells sing out Sunday Our times are fading from memory.
Hunting for new property The gentle art of gauging pros and cons… Who is capturing whom?
Rough rider Mexican street dogs sniff and bark Old beaters* nimbly navigate rough-shod pot-holes Wait! Where did the pandemic I just forgot go?! * beater = beat-up old car
Having hit a wall in terms of stories and articles because silence these days seems preferable to speech, it’s time for some haiku. For about 40 years now I’ve had a semi-regular practice of spontaneous composition of free-form poetry or haiku. They often get lightly edited afterwards to clarify the original thought or polish itContinue reading “2021 Haiku #1”