To Haiku or Not to
Haiku
i am not much on
form when it comes to poetry
it seems to get in my way i need an open boulevard no restrictions
i need the freedom to write as i please to say
what i need to
say i leave it to others to investigate form
April 17,
2017
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You
Were the Boy (You Were Mine)
old memories rattle
in my brain hard to let go
they hang around as
if lost i remember your baggie pants
below your waist still a boy the
boy you will always be
still i wish we could have talked you could have told
me what you love
what delights you your wishes and dreams
but you were the
quiet one hard to get the news from you
you always hated shoes didn't like
socks loved to go bare foot
you were a better summer time kind of
guy picking up shells
or arror heads swimming in the bay telling tales
and a good one you could tell so much i remember so much i forget
you were the
one you picked the colors red, green and blue
always kind and
gentle a good boy yet just out of reach
always seemed
content didn't wear you heart on your sleeve kept it to yourself
out of
sight prying eyes were not welcome
you traveled many
miles you made your journey in your own way
the best you
could you were not the first nor will you be the last
still a lad in so
many ways you leave a hole that cannot be filled
in the hearts that
loved you you left before you time as so many others have
i would like to
think there is a meeting place for you and me
but perhaps it is
only in memory we will meet again may you rest in peace
April 17, 2016
Note: How to reconsile when someone you love leaves too early? There is probably no known way, we each have to find our way, in and out of the maze, lonely heartache. It is said the good die young and maybe it is true. The words in the song, Vincent, keep echoing in my brain...my nephew, Lance, was a beautiful soul, kind and gentle, "this world was not made for someone as beautiful as you".
Note: How to reconsile when someone you love leaves too early? There is probably no known way, we each have to find our way, in and out of the maze, lonely heartache. It is said the good die young and maybe it is true. The words in the song, Vincent, keep echoing in my brain...my nephew, Lance, was a beautiful soul, kind and gentle, "this world was not made for someone as beautiful as you".
16 comments:
I think it is true that the good die young for how can it be that my father was taken from me...I feel that hole that never heals and wish you whatever peace you can find Annell....and I love your first poem as well! Form is not for everyone...I like free verse the best...express the words as they appear!
So sad, Annell. Your nephew does sound a sweet and gentle soul. And another springtime is here to mourn another young man gone too soon. I would like to belive the two cousins met again, in heaven.
I think that inexplicable losses like in the second poem, those so difficult to reconcile, tend to defy being stuffed into any form.....they need the 'open boulevard' of expression! The emotion comes through so clearly, Annell.
Right now forms resonate with me more than topic prompts. I think I have written so many poems on topics that it is hard to find a fresh approach. However, give me a new form...and it is time for me to play! But, of course, different strokes for different folks & different times in one's poetic life.
we can never begin to understand losing a loved only, but we can be thankful for the share of that person in our lives and relive the fond memories
have a nice Sunday
much love...
Currently I'm a little bit out of form for forms.. (though I love some rhythm in my verse)... and Oh the sadness of those that leave too early.. so sad to read.
This is beautifully poignant.. it's always hard to lose the ones we love...
I resonate with you about form, we need a space to fully express ourselves...sorry to hear about another loss....we all have our own ways and paths...and meetings on the other side, I guess...
When I first started writing, I actually hated forms. Felt they caged or suppressed my freedom to express what I'd been holding in for years. But, then realized that if I truly intended to be a writer, I had to at least try them on for size. And found a compromise, the syllabic forms still allow me a great deal of the freedom I need, and I most often avoid the more formal forms because they still make me feel trapped and caged. I have proven to myself that I can do them, but never feel comfortable with the results. Your second piece is a beautiful tribute to your nephew. You allow us to meet him and mourn with you. Hugs to you my friend,
Elizabeth
Stick to your form w/o being bothered by an other's beauty.
sometimes form is fun but the creative outburst always needs that open boulevard...the flow in the second one goes straight into the heart....
You have a unique style, Annell. Rules are made to be broken.
I am so sorry for your loss. I wish you healing.
I think that what you do in talking to them is exactly the right thing to do. In this way you can have them close to you again and seemingly breathe them in because they are still so near.
Sad indeed! I can feel your anguish.
And yet it seems you did have a strong sense of who he was. He must have communicated in wordless ways.
I think the first poem demonstrates how form of any kind can almost pull apart delicate souls and take them from us - it takes a lot of courage in a way to find colour..a path..not wear shoes..keep our hearts to ourselves - the world is a harsh place and yet i am sure that you will meet again..love creates all kind of magical openings..soft as butterfly wings..strong as iron xo
Are we ever ready for that separation ... when the paths separate we have our memories which will eventually comfort us ... but perhaps reconciliation with death isn't really possible ... the emptiness is there and can never again be filled ... but our memories eventually bring comfort.
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