NaPoWriMo Day Seventeen Haiku Day

Happy International Haiku Day!

Determined flying
Beaks slice frothy morning clouds
Springward northward bound

Faceted glinting
Restless metamorphosis
Springs up, vanishes. 

Out of night’s quiet
And still, sleepy murmuring 
The first bird’s clear note. 

NaPoWriMo Day Fifteen

Nature forgiven
in an april afternoon
look – the daffodils!

The wind plays with them,
the daffodils brought today
in April’s madness.

Warm yellows cool greens
generations of leaf brown
today, daffodils.

NaPoWriMo, Day Six

Guess what? It’s raining!

Impression of rain,
falling? Seen through window, a
cold April morning

The window lit grey,
mocking the white of snowfall
needs a second look

Puddles rippling,
rain silent as a ninja
stiking invisible

the air bears no drops
but viewed against darkest pines
a mere shimmering

how then to know rain?
step out, look up, close your eyes —
nature washes down.

NaPoWriMo Day 1

I wrote these last night onto my phone. Little did I know that the early bird prompt was of prose and haiku.

I fold the words, clouds
Sailing on seas blue, endless,
Purposeful, loving.

this telling of sky:
the love it holds out to clouds
protective of stars.

Scooping up the wind
Directing it now to hills,
Now to the river

So I’m off to a month of poems, today combining haiku and sonnet-form.

I fold the words, clouds creased on seas blue
endlessly sailing, purposeful of love
This telling of the sky, holding out stars
protective, small repeated gesturing
which sweeps the night, trees clattering with wind
in between, the stars refrain the chatter
popping with glint until clouds win again
and the night shivers with rain, falling cold.
Going out to see what is in the world
Stepping off the porch, rain or snow or clear
The world travels in its late night journey
Far off the train sings or an owl calling
Far off the house seems, a few steps further
past the tree to learn what of the night.

Happy World Poetry Day

I holed up today with my laptop working on a project I started a day or so ago.

Every month since I started doing National Poetry Writing Month, I’ve made a new file with the month name, each file going into a folder with the year, and each holding all the poetry shiny and dregs for that month. Plus whatever other projects fell into that year.

I got this idea that it would be good to go through and round up all the haiku into one file and then collect all the non-haiku poems that I thought worthy of a second look or edit into another.

Pretty silly little project if all you’re doing is cutting and pasting but of course you can’t help but read and wonder along the way. By the end of today I sort of regretted deciding to be editorial about the non-haiku so I might have been more generous towards the end but still everything didn’t make it. There was just more I liked.

Anyway now I have two files that contain stuff from 2012 to 2016. That’s a good stopping point I think – wait til summer or so to look at the current stuff.

Just now I found another couple files that were pre-having-a-system-for-all-this. That added quite a number of haiku, plus the mage haiku. Without the Gnomic Saga which is 300+ haiku by itself, that’s a big pile of haiku. Keeping the dates separate and with some explanatory notes and links, there are a lot of blank lines and spacers but even so, the total number of lines in my text tile is 8726.

Now I’m ready to write a few new poems for today and to put on my editing hat. And let’s just say there are some themes.

Here’s a haiku written today as a comment to Paul Nelson’s FB post re World Poetry Day:

Where go all the words
When the spring comes rushing in,
Sparkles in her eyes.

I’ll just go ahead and edit this one now:

Where go all the words
When the spring comes rushing in,
Sparkling, her eyes.

Tonight’s Version of Doing The Work

Tonight at the Sunday Night Writing Group, while everyone else was sprinting away on their fiction, I was plowing through files full of poetry. I made two new files: one for haiku and the other for poems which struck me as worth revisiting/editing. Perhaps I should have just dumped all non-haiku poems in there but oh well.

Anyway, I managed to do two years, 2013 and 2014 and was glad to revisit some poems and a whole lot of haiku. Stripping out all the returns and dividers there were about 1400 lines of haiku (there were a few lines of links/inspirational material and quotes etc in there too).

Phew. Two down, at least three more to go. And National Poetry Writing Month is out there on the near horizon!

A Very Good Mail Day

Small box on front porch
inside reminders: freedom
hard won and maintained.

Thanks @WAMCradio for the tshirt and mug but mostly for being who you are – a strong center in a world that needs both news and arts. Also thanks for a World Peace Poetry postcard in the mail.

And according to one of those silly facebook quizzes, if you can’t find me, here’s where not to look (I’ll be the one wearing a First Amendment tshirt…)

One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honour or observation. — Sir Walter Scott