Blades of grass splinter,
A raven flies overhead.
Not separate. One.
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Haiku #3
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Fire
I sit
Transfixed
By your beauty
Behold,
The sparkling movement
In your form,
Just like the day
I was born,
I am always
Mesmerized, and
At the same time
Surprised
At the way
You linger,
In my imagination
It’s
As if
My plate
Is full of magic paper
Which
You are fed
Until there is not a shred
left,
And,
I turn my
Head, and wonder
Where you went, or
Who
You may send
In your
Stead
The whisper
Of
Your glow
And the magnificence
Of
The smoke
That billows out
From your coals
Of life, for they
Do suffice, to continue
Your magic, until,
Of course,
There is no
More, and, yes,
That can feel
Tragic
Yet, you’ll
Be there in the dawn
Because your
Sister, is awaiting
In arms, to rise
Up
And provide
Us a new day,
And, upon this,
I can now lay
At your feet
For you’re the fire,
The existence,
Of my life sweet
Fascination
Just like contemplation,
Is fascination,
Beholding
True
Beauty,
In all things, it’s apparent,
When you stare
Into what’s already there
Just like the single
Flame
We might take for granted,
Or
The star
Shooting across the sky
Looking
For a reason why
Existence
Is always so persistent,
Striving
And driving humanity
Towards the heavens
Just like a feather,
Loosed
From
Someone’s fingertips,
Like when we
Were little, and
All of life was a
Playground,
Before the
Sound
Of another round
Of detritus
Fell
From the tree
Upon the ground, and
We looked on
In astonishment,
As the witness
Of all the bliss
And blessings,
For which we did see
Fascination
Did hold our attention,
While the world
Did continue
To go round and round,
And we left the playground
For a life full of
Adult things,
Which
Held
Less fascination,
Yet, when you really look, and
See, you will find
That fascination
Still holds true,
When you
Let go, and stay present
To all the beauty,
That’s right in front of you
Haiku #2
The absence of thought,
Like a dew drop in repose.
Floats away, not caught.
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Gateway
Before us, stands
The gateway,
To another
Time
When life was full
Of promises, which
We held close to heart,
Even in times
That gave us a start, and now
As we prepare to cross
That boundary once again,
Dear friend,
Let’s remember
To let go of our preconceived
Notions of what life
Is supposed to be,
You see
Those illusions are based on
Something else
Altogether, reminiscence, yes,
Yet, all so very different
And now?
Before us, we have
A real chance
To start again,
Entering a new realm
Of possibility,
Where hope
Languishes in the air
Just like when life was simple,
And the flowers bloom
With a malodorous
Effect, which, I suspect,
Creates more potential
In each and every
Pupil
Of life,
All one has to do,
Is cross the threshold,
And behold, all that’s
Awaiting you
Just on the other side
Of that gateway
Where your
Life
Will continue to unfold
In response to prompt WDYS#64 from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Connected
Though we often
Feel apart,
Watching life as a
Rhyme,
And start
Of new events
Replacing old,
There’s always something
To behold,
A common thread,
Once pulled, now
Unspooled, it
Is the measure
Of our deepest
Pleasure
As entities,
Close together,
With a flaming heart,
Which is a
A golden part
Of our humanity,
Beholden, with
The prosperity for which
We owe our deepest faith
And gratitude
A connection
That never waivers,
And, yes, is often clever
As we dance from
Afar, it seems
As if we’re alone, yet
That’s the grandest part
For, we are forever
Connected, even in our
Darkest hour, when we are
Left alone, and feel dejected
Please dive deep
And take heart, and,
Remember, my friend,
We’re never apart
For that thread is always
There, simply pull on it once,
And even twice, yes, you can also
Do it thrice if needed,
All that’s really required,
Is to hold onto the knowledge,
That everything on this planet
Has always been and will
Forever be connected.
Left or Right?
I’m always wondering,
Should I go left, or
Right,
And, though I know
Either way is alright,
It’s still a consideration,
Made without pause,
Or, rather, with
A minute gaze
Upon the thaw
Of the decision maze
Without any notice,
Or applause
As we consider
A simple decision, and know
It’s ours to create
In times when they
Are rough, and in times
When they are just
Enough
We can consider
For a millenia
Yet,
What I’ve
Found, is that
You’ll end up in the
Same place roundabout
No matter the
Selection made
About the gain
We’d like to make
Left or right, then
Remember, friend,
It’s alright,
And all is tight, yes,
With anticipation,
However, your
Destination,
Is preset, so let go,
And take the path,
Which feels best
Water
Your majesty,
I do see while
sitting under the
shady tree.
As I look out
at Your crests,
and hold true to
the feeling in my chest.
A beauty beyond
comprehension.
On land,
we only ever see
a fraction
of Your love
and devotion,
which You send
to us all, even
when we least expect
it.
And, that’s when it’s
most detected
by the senses,
even if we don’t
know
what’s protecting
us
in each moment.
You know,
and always have,
for your Grace is
everlasting, like
a strand
that goes on
forever and ever
until the very end.
And, then?
It all starts again.
My One Thing: Writing Haikus this Weekend
Alright, so I recently took up writing haikus, as many of you know, and am having a fantastic time. I’ve posted one thus far, and have three others scheduled, and then this weeked?
Well, along with the other writing I’ll do, I plan to spend time reflecting upon new ideas for a few more haikus.
What am I learning? Good question. A lot actually. Let’s take a look.
Haikus
A haiku is a poem, which was created in Japan in the 9th century, that contains a 5-7-5 syllable sound pattern, which is elegant, beautiful, and challenging to craft. There are a few distinctions between traditional haikus, and more contemporary haikus.
For instance, in traditional haikus, there are some very explicit rules. Here is an example, taken from Your Dictionary.
- There are only three lines, totaling 17 syllables.
- The first line is 5 syllables.
- The second line is 7 syllables.
- The third line is 5 syllables like the first.
- Punctuation and capitalization are up to the poet, and need not follow the rigid rules used in structuring sentences.
- A haiku does not have to rhyme, in fact usually it does not rhyme at all.
- It can include the repetition of words or sounds
Here is an example of a traditional haiku.
“The Old Pond” by Matsuo Bashō
An old silent pond
A frog jumps into the pond—
Splash! Silence again.
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And, here is an example of a contemporary haiku.
Joyce Clement “Birds Punctuate the Days”
Period
One blue egg all summer long
Now gone
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As you conduct more research, however, you find that contemporary haikus are less strict, and can take on numerous forms, as you can see from the above example. It’s super interesting, and a lovely learning experience.
Tanka
There is also a poem called the tanka, created in Japan in the 7th century. Unlike the haiku, which is 17 syllables, the tanka is a 31 syllable poem, typically in the syllable sound pattern, 5-7-5-7-7.
Here is an example of a tanka poem.
八雲立つ 出雲八重垣 妻籠みに 八重垣作る その八重垣を
Layers of cloud in the sky
Medium
I am here, ‘Izumo’ country
to protect my sweet wife
I will make layers of fences
eight layered surrounding our home
Gorgeous.
Now, I am just taking up writing haikus, so tankas will have to wait, yet there are similarities between the two; and, in fact, a tanka (the 7-7 sound pattern) can be added to the haiku. It might, then, look something like this, using my first haiku as an example.
Slowly, the rain falls,
Haiku #1
we rejoice in the moment.
And then it is gone.
I await the next moment,
frenzied feeling of delight.
Wow, that was fun.
Alright, that’s my one thing this weekend, so I wanted to share, as it is such a joy to continue this poetry journey with all of you.
Have a lovely weekend.
Wind
You
touch me so,
even when I’d
rather stay in tow,
and resist
Your earthly gaze.
For it is You out there
in the haze,
preparing the way,
for us to see
again.
Even
when we are unsure
about the road
to take, You
clear
a
path,
and a friend
we make.
It’s
Your honesty, and
transparency
that will leave
a legacy,
of times
when hope
was squandered
and people
often foundered
for an idea to hold
onto.
Yet,
You stay, and
present
what is, at times,
considered second best.
However,
in those moments,
we are merely confused.
And, yes, my friend,
it is,
a part of the
human condition.
To try and
understand,
what, at times,
is, and, may remain
a mysterious
transition,
which
we may leave
to Your guidance.
And,
the history
of a legacy,
which we can
clearly feel, and
face
as You nestle
us in Your tender
embrace.
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