Haiku #3

The lone blade of grass,
Tallest amongst all its peers,
At least till next cut.

Haiku Blitz-Year 1 (#2)

The poet inside,
Imprisoned within my mind,
Now write, and be free!

Haiku Blitz-Year 1 (#1)

In an effort to work on my writing skills I need to practice writing every day.  At a minimum I plan to write at lease one haiku a day.


A Haiku a day,
My year round writing project,
To cure writer’s block.

And so my little adventure in writing begins.

Rough Poetry

Some of the poetry I write is going to be a little rough.  I know it could use some editing, but for my sake in order to keep writing, and stay consistent on my blog, I'm trying to put up poems or stories shortly after writing them.  The following short poem is one I wrote while sitting at a coffee shop yesterday.  I'm trying to spend more time out of the house, sitting around with my journal and reflecting on the thoughts in my head.


What is it I have done this time,
To deserve your lasting silence?
I'm trying to communicate with you,
But my attempts go unanswered.

Was I not quick enough to respond,
When you first sought my advice?
Or was it the advice I gave,
Which has now stifled your words?

Are you now consumed with guilt,
For letting your barriers fall?
And is the echo in your silence,
Your conscience calling out to you?

I know I must reap what I have sown,
And I wish to reconcile; but please tell me,
What is it I have done this time,
To deserve your lasting silence?

Poetic Writing...A learning process

I recently read the writings of a few poets and was impressed with their poetic abilities. I also took note of the various forms of poetry they created. Many of which I was unfamiliar with, which isn’t odd considering I have only worked in a couple of forms. So I am making an effort to expand into other forms of poetry.

Also in an effort to improve my creative writing I just purchased Three Great American Poets and plan to spend time reading and studying the writings of these poets.

Now for some of my writing:

Below is a Tanka, and the second one is another Haiku.

Lost deep in my thoughts,
In search of inspiration,
I pick up my pen,
And transfer the images,
To the paper before me.

Always she loved me.
I weep and place the flowers.
Rest in peace mother.

Perhaps...

my mind swirls, a whirlpool, emotions caught up,
having what I have but do not want,
wanting what I can’t have.
frustrating thoughts and unbridled feelings,
my confusion lasts and lingers.
the cacophony of voices in my mind,
fighting for dominance amongst one another.
contentious and bitter am I,
against whom but myself.
contemplation of the future before me,
is it all to be as I see and weep?
sorrow of lost adventures, missed opportunities.
the dereliction of duties present,
as I fight to chase away my demons,
or is it I being chased?
thoughts chased and herded,
pushed towards the abyss, the void.
my struggle persists, clarification is lost.
serenity is but a whisper in the night, I hear her call,
but like mist she passes through my fingers.
gone, blackness, nothing there,
drained of meaning my soul is parched,
thirsting for the influx of purpose,
and light to cut the dark.
I bow my head, and hold back the rain,
but the clouded thoughts persist and push.
so tired and weak, losing the will to fight,
but I must, no matter the struggle,
hold on, hold on, perhaps, just perhaps,
in time coming not too distant,
this storm will pass and the clouds will clear.
…perhaps.

Awaken by my Thoughts...

Sometimes you just can’t sleep, and tonight is one of those nights. Seems like a good time for writing some poetry. If I can empty some of the thoughts in my head then maybe I’ll get some rest…

A couple of Tankas, and Haikus

small quiet cafe
the smell of fresh brewed coffee
stimulates my thoughts
and awakes the world in me
trying to escape my mind
______________________
sleepless night again
still haunted by the voices
disturbing my peace
echoing within my soul
I long for sleep’s sweet escape
______________________
the night is quiet
something eerie is out there
hiding in the dark
______________________
gently the moon sits
like a pearl in the night sky
soothing is its glow