Tag: Poetry

  • A Haiku For The Day

    A Windy Spring Day

    Leaves and branches dance
    Every plant twists and bows
    Wood creaks and seeds fall

  • Haiku and You

    By no stretch of the imagination do I consider myself a major poet.  I dabble at bringing images into a snapshot focus through the art of haiku.  It’s not even something I do very often.

    Today I read something disheartening from a blogger I admire.  A British fan of all things Japanese, she goes by the moniker Haikugirl.  In this post she talks about a haiku workshop that made me realize that there are far more rules to it than I knew.  Her own experience involved a criticism that I found undeserved.

    This makes me wonder if I’ll continue pursuing this art form.  Should I forge on even if I’m doing it wrong according to the experts?  My inner critic says no but I think that’s the wrong answer.  I hope the childlike artist inside me finds another haiku she determines worth sharing.

    And speaking of sharing, here is the post I reference:
    Catching the Blossom with a Haiku

    I hope you’ll read her post.  I’d also like to know your opinion on the subject.  In the meantime, happy writing!

  • A Haiku For The Day

    Seasonal Conflict

    Snow swirls, buzzards, too
    Purple crocuses burst forth
    Daffodils bide time

  • Darla’s Diversion

    September Takeoff

    Rose tinted dawn shines
    Flames glow, riots of color
    Hot air balloons soar

  • Darla’s Diversion

    Early Autumn
    Swirling yellow leaves
    Haphazard through graying skies
    Summer shies away
    ~~~

  • Darla’s Diversion

    Summer Garden

    Clay soil, stubborn weeds
    The mantis watches askance
    Roots finally yield

    ~

  • Diametrical Beauty – November

    *Click on the pics to see more details*

    Photos by:
    G. Christopher Payne
    (Snow)

    Byzantinehalo…me 🙂
    (Seascapes)

    Half a world away, a northern autumn moon shivers

    in anticipation of winter’s plans to cover her hills and
    valleys in a cold white blanket. Leaves dance     and swirl
    to the gusts of fall winds blowing away     the residue of
    summer’s exhausted, heat faded days.

    While a southern sun shines a path to the water’s edge,
    where hungry waves cover shallow footprints     like watery
    hands as the sea rushes back into itself     with its imagined
    catch. Blue skies and fluffy clouds     ruffled by a gentle spring
    breeze watch lazy waves     coax summer out of her long sleep.

    ~~

    I wrote this for a Challenge on SplashHall Poetry Forum, for a November challenge. I’ve been waiting to show it here and as time has slipped by, it’s not quite seasonal, but I figure that doesn’t matter too much.

    The photo of the snow scene has been loaned to me by my friend and fellow poet, Gary. I couldn’t lay my hands on a photo of snow here due to the lack of snow, he kindly came to my rescue. Gary writes Poetry, Haiku and Tanka and I absolutely recommend ya’all taking a look here!

    Love,

    Eaton

  • Angel’s View

    I wonder if everyone is feeling as exhausted as I am after Christmas Day? Today, my hubby and I and three of our children drove to Adelaide from Melbourne, for a three day stay. It’s an eight hour drive, that never fails to turn into nine hours with the kids.

    I was about to turn off the computer and climb into bed, when I remembered my guest spot, due on Sunday, yikes…that’s today!!!!! 🙂



    Angel’s Window

    Snuggled under a quilt on your lap, reading as you
    type, my eyes wander to the east facing window, I
    spy a butterfly mid flight; its wings shot through with
    exotic colored hues.

    In the distance thunder rumbles; a fresh brisk breeze
    disrupts the flutter of flight, antennae twitch as fragile
    orange dotted wings whisk the beauty out of sight. I sigh,
    cuddle deeper into you, eyes heavy, adrift on a different
    plane – my winged vision leads me to dance within the flame.
    ~~


    Love,

    Eaton



  • Just some random poetry

    So, apparently, my understanding was off and my Christmas reverie was a week off… So, since this is technically my day (again) and I have a plans tomorrow. So, instead of another thought-filled blog, I’ll give you a thought-filled poem, instead.

    A perpetual sea,

    a blue sea,

    a calm sea,

    The sea is the essence of life.

    The sea sustains life,

    The sea takes life.

    The sea surrounds us,

    moving endlessly in all directions.

    An impenetrable wall,

    rising,

    surrounding,

    destroying,

    sinking.

    Our dream is dead.

    Our dream of life,

    Our dream of love,

    Our dream of civilization.

    Lost forever under the endless sea.

    Lost forever under the blue sea.

  • Poetry

    Intimacy, love and friendship – wonderful to have, horrible to lose and in all the ways these emotions can be experienced, sometimes very hard to understand.

    My poetry is most often about relationship and the different forms it takes. I think it would be possible to write about the many faces of love every day, forever, and never come to the end of it. One of the most fascinating subjects to ponder, meditate on and write about.

    Through Time

    Transported by a tympani of steadily falling
    rain sluicing from the roof; I sit, watching you
    dance in the deluge, cold droplets
    dripping from your chin.

    You haven’t yet sensed my intent study of
    your eyes searching a distant view with
    focused intensity, turning the whiskey color
    a different hue.

    Raspberry colored lips twist wistfully
    into a smile, whispering indiscernible
    words–a name, a prayer, lover’s thoughts
    drifting away on the air;

    In the blink of an eye, I wonder: was I
    really there?