Dear friends, I thank you and your engagement with me on this National Poetry Month endeavour. It’s been a fun way to keep me writing and to enter just a little more deeply into poetry, specifically Haiku.
Let’s have some fun with our final installment for National Poetry Month, shall we?
Alas, we come to the end. February, along with National Haiku Writing Month 2018, bid adieu. A parting kiss, a tip of the hat, and a thanks to all.
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Day 22
Just five syllables
away from finding five more
to finally fin…
Day 23
The first winter snows
fall late in February
to a Springing earth.
Day 24
Go ahead and pull
the trigger of your lover.
She is still hungry.
Day 25
Lacerated flesh
smells of burning horizons.
All in a day’s work.
Day 26
Souls, in hollow steel.
An industry of madness
makes tiny men rich.
Day 27
It seems we eschew
the pulchritude of gladness
for want of power.
Day 28
Today, I shot kids.
Thanks be to God that I can
live where I am free.
Day 17
I cannot say why
the page seems a mystery
to a breath of ink.
Day 18
If there is but one
desire, given to all men,
could it not be love?
Day 19
A rotund excuse
it takes to suffer one’s pride
for want of one’s rights.
Day 20
A curious thing
this stand of winter flowers,
blooming out of rhyme.
Day 21
When the clock stood still,
two arms aimed at journey’s end
couldn’t stand the strain.
More Haiku, or my attempt at the same, for National Haiku Writing Month, 2018!
Day 10
Kelly Belmonte,
thanks for the haiku advice.
It’s been most helpful!
Day 11
Watch the sky, squinting
against her lonely brilliance –
pants dying winter.
Day 12
I never could have
foreseen today unfolding
quite the way it did.
Day 13
“It’s only ten bucks,”
he said, through unseeing eyes.
“Why not get a job?”
Day 14 (Ash Wednesday)
One swipe of a thumb,
marking our humanity.
Momento mori.
Day 15
Let’s shoot our children.
And before their blood is dry,
we’ll do it again.
Day 16
Dark and deep the ground
that suffocates our children
and steals our future.
A friend and fellow poet, Kelly Belmonte, whose blog I follow hungrily, alerted me to the fact that February is National Haiku Writing Month.
I’m not as adept at small form poetry as Kelly and others. Nevertheless, it is the perfect form to perfect form. An excellent poetry muscle-building exercise if ever there was one! So, always up for a challenge (more honestly, something to get me out of writer’s lethargy!), I here submit my pieces for the month so far.
Day 1
Five, seven, and five.
The perfect form for Haiku.
That’s okay by me.
Day 2
What if I were dead?
Would my one life have mattered?
What if I’m alive?
Day 3
Stuttered in pages –
life inside remembrances,
howls a paper wind.
Day 4
Then, I was angry
at ev’rything that rippled
and moved at random.
Day 5
I can see rumpled
corners around each morning –
darkness escaping.
Day 6
One can flee from death
to find herself, looking back
at what might have been.
Day 7
Regret is wasted
on a past, already gone.
There is only now.
Day 8
Why do we always
relinquish our sovereignty
over a trifle?
Day 9
Who can know the hour
when a dream meets its demise?
Dreams can sleep in hope.
If we are made in God’s image and God sings, then we should be singing, too (just not in close proximity to each other at this time).
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