dead blooms fall
fantasies for the future
shatter soft on stone
I wrote this last year for a #fieryverse prompt on Twitter. I would encourage you to get on Twitter today, as it is #NationalHaikuPoetryDay and #NationalPoetryMonth. There will be a lot of haiku to enjoy if you look at those hashtags. Please leave some love for poets by retweeting their work or at least giving them a like today.
watching to see if
I can catch a butterfly
in my hands
It’s that time of year again, time for the shortest form of poetry in the shortest month. I will try really hard to post my haiku poem every day. I make no promises about at what time that will happen nor how great it will be. All I can say is… stay tuned.
The prompts look like they will be fun and engaging this year. Today’s prompt was to write a haiku about haiku. How do you think I did?
Even if you don’t write haiku, or even if it isn’t your favorite type of poetry, please consider sharing poets’ work this month. It is getting harder to share your stuff on social media as all of the sites like Facebook now hide your posts, in hopes that you will pay to make them appear. So please subscribe or follow me, and any other poets that you like, and check out the hashtag #NaHaiWriMo on Twitter.
Also, to make life easier on myself, this is the image that will be attached to all of my 2017 haiku posts.
You can’t be afraid to deal with your demons. You’ve got to go there to be able to write. -Lucinda Williams
I agree with Lucinda, who is a songwriter. You have to know yourself; know your weaknesses and your fears, if you want your writing to be good. You don’t necessarily have to share all of the details of your life, but you can use it to make your writing more realistic. Sometimes you should confront the dark parts of your story head on. It makes for good blog posts, poems, and songs. I thought this would be a good quote to share this weekend since we are in the middle of National Poetry Writing Month.
# 544 Emily Dickinson
The Martyr Poets – did not tell –
But wrought their Pang in syllable –
That when their mortal name be numb –
Their mortal fate – encourage Some –
The Martyr Painters – never spoke –
Bequeathing – rather – to their Work –
That when their conscious fingers cease –
Some seek in Art – the Art of Peace –
This really speaks to me! How about you?
Editing for Publication
I have murdered my darlings,
The stain will never leave my hands.
They are soaked with the
Blood of my poetry.
Cauterizing as I cut
I hack through arteries
Hoping the body will be better.
I wrap it in gauze
And send it to bed.
Haven’t I hacked away enough
Of my beautiful words?
When will Frankenstein’s Monster
Have been through enough
To indeed LIVE.
I don’t want to do more surgery,
I can’t bear to lift the scalpel again.
Please find beauty in this one.
This is another poem that I am dedicating to my fellow poets.
It is National Poetry Month here in the US. Will you be writing a poem every day? Will you write a poem at all, or only read some? How will you be celebrating or teaching about this month?
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