Today’s haiku was inspired by an absolutely beautiful sunset I enjoyed last week. The sky was slightly overcast and the layers of clouds were all different colors … light purple blue, brilliant pink orange and even a scattering of white. Stunning.
Periwinkle sky
Tangerine clouds float by
Across my mind’s eye
Originally posted on 52 Haiku
Poetry can be hard to define, but most people know a poem when they read one. Some people love poetry; others can do without it. Regardless, understanding this art form — as a reader or a writer — is part of any well-rounded education. Therefore, in honor of National Poetry Month, which happens every April, I’ve decided to present some frequently asked questions and their answers.
1983 was a year a great angst for me. I wanted so much to have a boyfriend … didn’t happen. I was having issues with friends … my ADD-induced social cluelessness didn’t help. So, a lot of my poetry from that year deals with love and frustration and teen angst. This poem is no different….
Today I’m writing about tanka for my Examiner.com column. So I thought I’d write a sample tanka because I can’t seem to find the one I wrote when I was doing a report on poetry in the 5th grade. Here is what I came up with: I pick up her bowl and recall her furry…
Would you believe I wrote this haiku in time for last Wednesday’s post but just forgot to post it? It was a crazy week. A big, fat smile Works its way across my face What a cheeky dog! Originally posted on 52 Haiku
Written during the 1984/1985 school year. I’m falling! Falling slowly to the ground. Drifting I’m drifting on a breath of air Softly, I’ve landed on a soft, green surface. I’m not afraid, Anymore.
Written in 1983. Shadows of images. Images of shadows. Ghost of my nightmare. Monster of my dream. Who are you who hides in my closet? Why do you stalk me? My veins are filled with fear of you. But then, who is the fear-filled one? Is it I? Or is it you? Maybe it is…