We, of a certain age, are learning about computer apps and opportunities rather quickly these days, and Zoom–the popular group video-chat is but one.
until the virus just another hotrod
the camera and I
there’s always one
February 28th — last day of the shortest month. Always an analomy — the ending a little too soon. What to write? Why write? Who reads this stuff anyway?
I do. The more I write — the more I flow. Making the commitment and taking up self-imposed challenges helps. And this is the first year that I am able to juggle my poetic and visual art output in tandem. Yay! Before this, it was one or the other. Also before this, I was not as seriously tuned into the work involved in growing my artistry. I have made a serious commitment to explore, express and enjoy the artist’s journey — the whole journey including the failures as well as the successes. After all is said and done, it is the failures that lead to real growth and riches.
With that in mind, I am including here in my last formal #NaHaiWriMo post for 2017, some of my failed haiku. Failed for one reason or another of no great consequence — mostly that they did not take me where I needed to go at the time. I hope to continue my poetry writing posts, however probably somewhat more randomly after this. I do believe that sustained poetry writing infuses my visual art, and my visual art helps poet my words. The painting here is also a work in progress started on top of a failed canvas and may or may not make it into the canons of my saved artwork. To be continued.
clouds on my way to the moon the sea’s lullaby
the jazz solo
just a little off
high wind and hail last night in and out of strange dreams
now we paint our nails
frayed poster photo:
HOT HOT HOT!
NOT NOT NOT!
peanut butter for breakfast all the small things I can count on
You know things are rough when even your horoscope is confusing.
advice: take a breath and don’t
take it personally
my to do list
snow rain fog rivulets of gray words
the last of meadow honey
on my tongue
Hello again. Just when you thought that I was finished with my daily blogging and January’s small stones, I’m back. February has been designated (at least by haiku poets) as National Haiku Writing Month (NaHaiWriMo). This is an appropriate match since February is the shortest month of the year and haiku is the shortest genre of poetry. For the next twenty-nine days (an extra leap year day), I will be posting at least one haiku or senryu daily. Haiku, as related here, are very short one-breath poems that are nature-based or referenced in order to note and share a common experience/observation. Senryu, haiku’s sibling, are one-breath poems that deal more with human nature and foibles. Strict syllable counts are not adhered to, and the 5/7/5 – seventeen syllable structure – will be a rare sighting on these posts.
Traditional or contemporary haiku – ku as they are sometimes referred to – are like compact abstract paintings. It’s the distilled essence of the observation being recorded rather than a full factual account or representation. Less is more.
That being said, there is one traditional 5/7/5 haiku (it just happened to work out) in this first sequence:
Sunday morning friends
she hands me my favorite
on a porcelain teacup
we speak of old loves
spent tea leaves
we wonder who will be the next
steward of the land
minus 5 degrees…that’s all she wrote
ag ~ 2015
Sometimes there is no other way to say it – WTF?
Heard through a Facebook friend that Dunkin’ Donuts ran out of donuts this morning. Really?
Valentines Day junkin’ at just Dunkin’
last cup of
candy cane green tea
today’s painting every color but red
tonight a double cherry in my bourbon sour
a hidden moon tonight still my love light
ag ~ 2015
Swami Satyananda offers this:
Tantra embodies two sanskrit words: tanoti (expands) and trayoti (liberates) …It is the system by which you liberate or separate the aspects of consciousness and matter…
beyond stars a blaze of words tantras the night
ag ~ 2015