Day 25 NaHaiWriMO 2017

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.

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Symanntha Renn

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Bird Feathers

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every morning
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?

Hinder it a little.

  #1381

I suppose the time will come

Aid it in the coming

When the Bird will crowd the Tree

And the Bee be booming

 

I suppose the time will come

Hinder it a little

When the Corn in Silk will dress

And in Chintz the Apple

 

I believe the Day will be

When the Jay will giggle

At his new white House the Earth

That, too, halt a little –

 
 
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?

My Faith is larger than the Hills

Emily wrote about her faith a lot, sometimes in roundabout ways. Do you write about your faith?
 

#766

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

The little bird that kept so many warm.

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”.

 

#  254

“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.

Nesting Haiku

woven bird nest, robin's nest

walking in circles
the dance of motherhood
her nest is built

 

I hope all of my readers have a good week!

Yesterday was the 2 Year Anniversary of my blog! I probably should have wrote a special post but I had too much going on.

blue bird lands

blue bird on deck

blue bird lands

he frightened me

I frightened him

 
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.
 
 

The beginning verse

should not resemble our faces

budding cherry blossoms