wild cacophony
a living emerald tower
combing the blue sky
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leaf fresh breeze
order in chaos
the world’s lungs
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These were written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. Today we were to use the words Green and Morass, but could only use synonyms. I wrote two haikus, one the “old fashioned” 5-7-5 form, the other in 3-5-3 form.
The photo is my backyard in New Hampshire.
first bird sings
dusky half-lit world
day arrives
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This was written for Collen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week we were given two words to use, dawn and twilight, but only synonyms are allowed. I wrote a haiku.
Just a quick comment – I obviously thought of Cat Steven’s version of Morning Has Broken after I wrote this. Of course I always liked Rick Wakeman’s uncredited piano playing (He is my favorite rock keyboardist).
Old brown leaves
Purple pushes through
Life renews
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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week were asked to write either a haiku or a senryu. I chose a haiku. And, yes, I have used that crocus in several posts this last week ;)
Fish in the river
Swimming along with the flow
Doesn’t see the bird
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Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge. Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves. This week we were free to choose keywords and the key words I chose were “Water” and “Current” This week I decided to do a haiku, and though that rhymes, the haiku doesn’t ;).
(Last week’s poem was called “Life ;)”, but this is the other side of Life…)
Sunlight on deep snow
Bright red cardinal on the branch
Thaws the frozen heart
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Bind me with your words
Colorful letters on page
Bare your soul to me
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(Originally posted 7/22/2014)
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A while ago I put up a half joke of a post tying silly meanings to shallow poems. Before that I posted why I use the tools of poetry to help my prose. Today I want to go a little deeper and talk about why people write “real” poetry and why we actually read it. Continue reading
Sunset over frozen Swan Pond
Cold winter evening
Quiet world wears a coat of ice
Distant spring a dream
The mask that you see
Shows, not hides reality
I am always me
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Hold on a sec’ while I adjust my blogging mask. There, much better.
OK, now where was I? Oh yes, continuity of self. Continue reading
