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A Little Verse for a Friday
by Thought maybe we’d try a sonnet this week. Shakespearean, more or less, but the subject is a little less traditional. There is a place for each of you, and more In the depth of my ever-growing heart Away from prying eyes, I’ll keep you for My memories. Nostalgic, and apart From living life, each moment as I may, I will recall the times that brought me joy As well savour heartache, clutch cherished pain Each artistic scrawl and forgotten toy An instant on the path from then to now An on into the dreams and years ahead The paths you’ll take, the choices showing how You’ll walk a…
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Friday Haiku for 29 September 2017
by Rumpled grey bed sheets Drawn across the horizon Autumn rain waiting Many boxes in, Sorting through a hand of lives For held memories Numbers one to nine Scattered through eighty-one squares Sudoku eats time by
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Haiku on Friday
by Or Friday Haiku. Fri-ku, if you will. Wrapped in a blanket A warm, comfortable jail While claws are trimmed Safe inside the hide The kale begins to vanish Guinea Pig’s victim Social animals Find value in being kind So do some humans by
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Friday Haiku for 20 May 2016
by Interceptions done Engines lost to history Voodoo rests alone Crisp, crackling stems The bones of last year’s garden Slowly pushed aside Grass newly shortened Birds landing for a fresh hunt Insects search for gaps by
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Friday Haiku
by Three recent scribblings by me. Clouds obscure sunset Hiding horizon’s rainbow A sprinkle of drops Soft through the kitchen Paws, nearly silent, pacing Waiting for dinner Under clear blue sky Rushing across the fresh grass Rabbit feels the sun by
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Haiku and Away!
by Haiku: a traditional form of Japanese poetry consisting of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five, usually concerned with nature. Okay, dramatically oversimplified. I’ve left out cutting and kigo. And I’ve left out how haiku been imported to half the languages on the planet, doesn’t have to conform to the traditional 5-7-5, and how it doesn’t have to be seasonal in nature anymore. I love haiku, reading and writing. One of my writing goals this year, and the one I’m most likely to hit, is to compose 500 of them. As of this writing, I’m over 100 so far for the year, and there are two…
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Thank You, Robert Service
by On mornings like this, when my commute is marked by temperatures under -20 C (-4 F for those using the imperial system), and a wind chill, and it’s at least a handful of degrees warmer than when I got up, I somehow always find myself reciting an old Robert Service poem, “The Cremation of Sam McGee”. Specifically, the third stanza. On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. Talk of your cold! through the parka’s fold it stabbed like a driven nail. If our eyes we’d close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn’t see; It wasn’t much fun, but the only one…
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She Comes to Me At Night: A Poem
by In honour of national poetry day in the UK: She comes to me at night With darkness all around. Some half-remembered fright, Or half-imagined sound Has pushed her from her bed. I comfort quiet cries, And gently rub her head To close her tired eyes. The fear and tears now gone But dreams are yet too deep. With hours yet to dawn, She drifts back into sleep. by
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To Haiku or Not to Haiku?
by If it’s not the question, at least it’s a question. For reasons known to only my subconscious, I’ve been writing a lot of haiku lately, and I’ve decided to focus the efforts into a pair of poetry projects. Some of the haiku I’ve been posted, one per day, to Twitter and Facebook, under the #dailyhaiku hashtag. Yes, strictly speaking they’re not all haiku. Some are senryu, some are scifiku (or scifaiku, but I don’t think the ‘a’ is really necessary and I want to pronounce it differently), and some are, well, I’ll get to that in a minute. Crash course: Haiku = traditional form of Japanese poetry consisting of…
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Rigor Amortis
by How have I not posted about this? I’ve sure tweeted it and that shows up on FB, too, but there needs to be a blog post. “And Yet In Death” will appear in Rigor Amortis, edited by Erik Holt and Jayme Gates, an anthology of undead love in flash form, plus at least one poem (“And Yet In Death” is a sonnet). It’s going to be published by Absolute Xpress, possibly as soon as early October. Congratulations to everyone in the volume and I, for one, can’t wait to see how it comes out. by
