Two More Haikus

-1-

Leathery, well-off,

Eyes on the arc of the ball –

Swing! Volley! Game point!

-2-

I can do it haha

Is it a good night for you

To be sure to be

*I did haiku 2 using the autocomplete feature on my phone as an experiment*

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Two More Haikus

-1-

Leathery, well-off,

Eyes on the arc of the ball –

Swing! Volley! Game point!

-2-

I can do it haha

Is it a good night for you

To be sure to be

*I did haiku 2 using the autocomplete feature on my phone as an experiment*

Two Haikus

-1-

Wistful dragonfly

in search of his one true love

lands on her lilly.

woods

-2-

Wand’ring through the woods

Sifting through two lovers’ minds

For the perfect words

 

Edit: My wonderful co-author on both of these poems inspired these haikus.

Observations on a June afternoon

The fence that was damaged from last year’s snowstorm is still sitting in the garden in rusted pieces. A couple trees still mark the boundary between our yard and theirs, but the damage from the felled pines lingers. Fortunately, the hammock trees are still up. Perfect for a breezy afternoon.

Cars whiz past in a rush to go from one light to the next. Each car has a unique story to it, I can only imagine. The blue van is running late for Grandma’s birthday. The gray sedan is picking her date up for a picnic in the park. A whole slew of cars are rushing past to get to an important business meeting…on a Sunday. The gears of capitalism never stop, I suppose.

A dog barks on the other side of the school, but only for a few moments. Perhaps he scared the people off. Or she.

The gentle breeze tickles my nose and my eyelashes. The hairs on my legs stand up as it picks up for an instant. My hammock rocks oh so slightly, enough to lull a peaceful writer into an afternoon nap…

And he’s back in the game!

I took a long, long break from writing. I wrote here and there, but it was never anything substantial. Between joining a more traditional 9 to 5 job and working on my mental health, writing took a backseat.

During this time, I learned a few things about myself:

  • Therapy does wonders for me.
  • I need writing in my life at the end of the day.
  • In order to write, I need to read.
  • I may have a lot of interests, but they help make me a more well-rounded person.

Getting back into writing more regularly will be challenging, but I know I’m up for it. Expect two posts per week; some combination of a blog post, new story, or a review.

It’s good to be back.

January

It’s been a while, I know. There’s lots to write about, but not just yet. As I start to get back into actively using this site, I’m planning on writing an update blog post and a review. For now, however, I thought I’d share this.  I looked back through some of my previous work, and this attempt at poetry stood out to me. Enjoy!

The air bites my skin and fills my ears with every gust

As I carry groceries from the car,

The sign from the store still lingering

‘Now hiring, inquire inside.’

It’s been nearly a week since I got the call.

Their loss, I’m supposed to think.

You got their attention, didn’t you?

Three whole interviews!

This was supposed to be my new start.

The red door squeaks open, louder than usual.

There’s a deafening quiet to the cramped foyer.

I drop my keys into my bag.

Mail’s here. None for me. Up the steps I go.

3+ years of experience. New beginnings.

That practice isn’t covered under your plan.

New member discounts through the 15th.

Tell me how you handle feedback.

There’s nothing new about this. I’ve heard it all before.

Stray dead leaves flutter on the branches

outside my window, toughing out the winter.

If you can call this winter. It’s barely snowed.

When did winters lose their longevity?

I could start tomorrow with them doing…something.

What’s a good song to learn first?

3+ years of experience. Again.

My room is a mess. Some tea sounds nice.

I suppose it’s all too new to judge, but still…

On Poetry: Happy Monday!

Reviewing old projects can be useful to see how far you’ve come as a writer.Last week I was reviewing some of my high school writings just to see what I had written when I was younger.

Turns out we ended up focusing a lot on poetry. I mean, a ton of poetry. Besides a couple short stories, a 5-minute script, and some descriptive exercises, it was all poetry. Some of it was halfway decent, too.

Why is poetry such a heavy focus in English classes? It’s not a rhetorical question. I’m genuinely curious. Is it because of the precise nature of every single word, line break, and punctuation that loads every stanza with meaning? Maybe becase it’s been around for centuries? Does it have to do with the diversity of the genre? Haikus, limericks, pantoums, and epics. Okay, I haven’t tried writing an epic poem, but my teachers introduced me to a bunch of diferent styles over the years. I’ll have to look it up this week.

Personally, the deliberate nature of poetry always intimidated me. I can write a short story fairly easily and then edit it later, but something about the significance of cadence, rhyme scheme, alliteration, and a plethora of ther things add more pressure to write the perfect words in the perfect order. That weight makes each work more difficult edit, so I always hesitate to give feedback when I see poetry in my writing group.

Then again, people grow when they try new things. Even though I don’t enjoy writing poetry, I’ve written some excellent poems in the past, meaning I have the potential to write more good poems. I’ll be trying to write some original poetry going forward while I edit Elements and develop my next book.

The rest of the week awaits. Happy Monday!