bird flies to and fro
taking care of her nest
I walk in circles
Today’s prompt was to use the word “to” in our poem. What do you think about my haiku? Don’t forget to go check out others by following the nahaiwrimo hashtag.
the bird decays further
’til he is only feathers
I started dating my poems halfway through last year. I wish I had always dated them. I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea to leave the dates off. My attitude towards writing and poetry has changed a little bit in the past decade. I wonder what I will be like, or what style I will use a decade from now?
Yes, soon, it will be Fall. Even though we love summer we have to give in to the rotation of the planet and admit that the seasons are changing. How are you gearing up for Fall?
Emily wrote about her faith a lot, sometimes in roundabout ways. Do you write about your faith?
My Faith is larger than the Hills –
So when the Hills decay –
My Faith must take the Purple Wheel
To show the Sun the way –
‘Tis first He steps upon the Vane –
And then – upon the Hill –
And then abroad the World He go
To do his Golden Will –
And if His Yellow feet should miss –
The Bird would not arise –
The Flowers would slumber on their Stems –
No Bells have Paradise –
How dare I, therefore, stint a faith
On which so vast depends –
Lest Firmament should fail for me –
The Rivet in the Bands
Here is a Dickinson poem you’ve probably heard.
Leave me a comment below telling me which poem, about hope, is your favorite. Mine is “Footprints”.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chilliest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of Me.
What frightens you?
I am frightened that my poetry will become boring and my writing will start to sound the same page after page.
Basho thought poetry should have the freshness and promise of a cherry blossom and not be old and tired looking like old poets. He used the poem below to teach his students.