A spontaneously composed poem is…

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…”

Haiku #6 Van Gogh’s Blessings

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”

2021 Haiku #1

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”