A year of haiku about my kids.
“It turns out the nightly parenting haiku is not only Minimum Viable Creativity, but also an opportunity to journal milestones every night without having to figure out what to say.” This post from 2017 at Unlikely Words compiles a year of haiku from a parent.
As we grow old
A beautiful poem on aging and and wisdom by Senator Murray Sinclair, former chair of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada: As we grow old / the ground we walk on / rises up / so that, / as each of those few moments / left to us / pass by…
Acts of Faith
If I am lost in the blowing grasses, / If I wander from the path, / I am in your hands, time. / And in them there is a stillness, / Where light become animate, / And tactile, / Like little lost pieces of a former self.
“My body / is my home, / but I shuttered it / awhile back, / and I’ve hovered nearby / like a tangled kite, / a drunken bird.”
“I try to wash away the sleepiness / from my insomnia laden eyes / pick a fresh sheet of paper / spread clean water till it sheens / like fresh snow on a sunny day / clean and load the brushes with colours…”
winter storm: haiku
winter storm – / a train without a whistle / blows past the house
“Alabaster” appears in poet Stephanie L. Harper’s chapbook “This Being Done”: “I am a pink rose petal’s pale glow / black ash tamped in furrows / between the breaths of the living…”
At the online home of Irish poet Maurice Scully, you’ll find links to published works in PDF format and recordings of his poetry readings.
For the Love of Haiku
Check out these five poets who favor the form.
Early Bird Special
unlike the midnight special / there are no songs / to celebrate the early bird special / no IHOPian bard, / no poet laureate of the blue plate / no bargain basement Dylan / no cut price Cohen / to extol the digestive / and economic benefits / of getting an early start.
Wind: A Poem by Robert Okaji
Revel in the beauty of the wind as revealed by poet Robert Okaji: “That it shudders through / and presages an untimely end, / that it transforms the night’s / body and leaves us / breathless and wanting, / petals strewn about”
How Do We Write Now?
Patricia Lockwood on writing in a time of distractions: “The feeling you get after hours of scrolling that all your thoughts have been replaced with cotton candy . . . as opposed to the feeling of being open to poetry, to being inside the poem, which is the feeling of being honey in the hive.”
You must stop reminiscing at every date.
Monica Byrne shares a winning poem that her father, Donald E. Byrne Jr., wrote about her mother. It was originally published at Red Clay Review.
5 Tools to Format Your Poems During National Poetry Month
Penning 30 poems over 30 days in April? Use these five tools in your editor to format your poetry.
The caesuras in Dwight L. Roth’s poem add a poignant gravity to his verse:
“My words // chosen carefully…
Like stepping on wet rocks
crossing a stream.”