I love Haiku as a form of poetry because it forces us to choose our words carefully… Fall leaves floating by.. lifetimes of hurt swept aside.. winter’s balm beckons… I hope you like this ode to my Mom…
Writing | Poetry | Haiku
Haiku: End Of May… some Saiga Antelopes die… May has lost … Saigas! Days of sunshine, thunderstorms, June’s sweet buds beckon..
I thought I’d climb a castle’s tower, and punctuate through guarded clouds, favored with the highest views, through secret doors concealed from crowds.
You make fun of how I look
Of how I speak and move
You laugh out loud, make snide remarks
My ‘stupidness’ to prove
Have you ever created found poetry? This one got me thinking about how we are all connected to this place we call home.
I’m wrapping up the week of Writing 201: Poetry by completing the remaining assignments in this post. It’s been quite the exhilarating journey and nothing gives me more joy than to exercise my brain creating some poetry.
There is grace around us all; we just have to open the door to receive it. It comes in many ways and to each of us, it is a unique experience.
Have you ever eavesdropped in a cafe before? Have you ever eavesdropped with your crazy cousin in a cafe before? Enjoy the drama.
“It has been said that something as small as the flutter of a butterfly’s wing can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world.” Chaos Theory Haiku: The Butterfly Effect We flit, here and there Change one thing, change everything… Butterfly effect We are connected our flapping wings, your big mouth Chaos stirs within… We […]