Wednesday, July 25, 2018

WILDERNESS/poets united midweek motif/wilderness

WILDERNESS

Most of what was wild
Has been stamped out
Tamed
Controlled

Still I am told
There are wild things
Which brave the urban blight
Racoons
Snakes
Spiders
Rabbits
Coyote
All kinds of bugs

I am told there is one rat
For each citizen
In New York City
And of course

There are all kinds 
Of wild things
Once called humans
Lose in the city

What is wild
Out of the ordinary
Those with a different point of view
Rare
Sacred

July 25, 2018

Tuesday, July 24, 2018

CHILD OF THE FOREST/imaginary garden with real toads tuesday platform



CHILD OF THE FOREST

Deep within the forest
The path is obscured
By the pounding rain
Trapped by the canopy

Softly I call your name
Wait for your answer
Which comes to me
As pale as an echo

I listen to the forest sounds
Softly sliding down the hill
The rain refreshes the moment
The path appears

Before me
Deep within
The heart of the forest
You wait for me

July 21, 2018

dVerse

It is winter, no snow on the ground, as it rarely snowed on the Texas Coast, yet it was very cold. We drew our coats closer.  We entered the old farm house.  The wood stove in the kitchen was burning.  The room was a warm and cherry greeting for the new family. There were barns and sheds outside for the animals.  As you looked across the fields you could see forever. 

In the large main room, I remember my older Sister studying by the light of an oil lamp.  There was a warmth in the room, the whole family gathered there.

I remember my Sister had a little pet turtle, a little green one.  And then he got lost, no one could find him.  Every one looked high and low.  Later when we moved to town, we found him, in the corner behind the bed.

In our new house in town, the wall paper in the bedroom that I shared with my Sister, had little white lambs on the wall paper.  I remember my Father explaining to us, we were not to color the lambs, and we never did.

The cold wind blew-
In the outhouse
We found a snake

July 24, 2018







Posted by lillian in Haibun Monday
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Bear with me and please read my entire post here, even if you’ve done haibun many times before.
DID YOU KNOW?
** THE HAIBUN WAS ORIGINATED by 17th century Japanese poet Matsuo Basho, who often wrote haibun as travel accounts, the most famous of which is Oku no Hosomichi (Narrow Road to the Interior). 

** FIRST ANTHOLOGY OF ALL ENGLISH-LANGUAGE HAIBUN: Bruce Ross’s Journey to the Interior: American Versions of Haibun, published in 1998.
A HAIBUN IS: 1 or 2 short prose paragraphs followed by 1 haiku.
The PROSE PARAGRAPHS must be a true accounting, not fiction; not flash fiction.
The HAIKU, in the traditional manner, is trickier to me. Notice the musts below:
§  It must be nature based
§  It must be three lines (5-7-5 syllables OR short-long-short)
§  It must have a direct or subtle relationship to the prose paragraphs; enrich the prose without condensing the prose.
§  It must include a KIGO (word or phrase associated with a particular season). See suggestions below in section on the SAIJIKI.
§  Trickiest for me – although only 3 lines, a haiku must have two parts including a shift, an added insight. Japanese poets include a KIREJI (cutting word). BUT there’s no linguistic equivalent in the English language therefore punctuation creates the cut: a dash, comma, an ellipsis, an exclamation point. Sometimes it’s simply felt in the pacing or reading.
Japanese poets often use a SAIJIKI – a book like a dictionary or almanac for KIGO. Divided into the 4 seasons, it includes categories within each: earth, humanity, observances, animals and plants. I found this VERY HELPFUL!
For example, under SPRING KIGO you find words like warm (weather changes from cold to warm; water becomes warm); spring mist and spring haze. Under Animals: frogs (noted for their singing); skylarks (in flight); swallows, and twittering (singing of songbirds). Under Plants: blossoms, cherry blossom-viewingwildflowers.
In AUTUMN KIGO: full moon. Under Humanity: scarecrow. Observances: grave visiting. Animals: crickets. Plants: apples, persimmons, colored leaves.
In WINTER KIGO. Humanity: snow viewing, first snow, ice. Plants: fallen and dried leaves. New Year: first laughter.
In other words, you may or may not actually use the words summer, spring, winter, or autumn.
EXAMPLES OF HAIKU with a Kigo and a Kireji (added insight after a cut)
The crow has flown away:
swaying in the evening sun
a leafless tree.            
                      Natsume Soseki (186 –1916)
fresh snow on the mat –
the shape of welcome
still visible
                     Michael Dylan Welch
Nightfall
too dark to read the page,
too cold. 
                    Jack Kerouac
 Yuki Teikei Haiku Society’s Season Word List contains KIGO hints/words I found very helpful. 
So today,
**Let’s journey together into an interior. Go back in time to one of the very first houses you remember living in. Try to recall a room or place in that house. Take your mind around the room to see what details you can picture. Do you remember this room because of something that happened there…..or someone who habitually sat there?
**Your haibun will begin with 1 or 2 tight paragraphs of prose describing that room. Take us into its interior. It must be a true accounting; not fiction.
**Add a TRADITIONAL haiku. Follow the haiku musts given above. If you just skipped down the post to read this prompt, go back up to read the musts for a haiku – and the section on the SAIJIKI. Let’s try our hand at a traditional haiku!
I’ve always said, I learn so much at dVerse! I love its camaraderie in the writing, learning, and appreciation of everyone’s posts. 

I look forward to, in the words of Bruce Ross, your Journey to the Interior – and seeing how traditional you can be with the haiku portion of your haibun!




Monday, July 23, 2018

A POEM BASED ON THE NUMBER SEVEN/dVerse


A POEM BASED ON THE NUMBER SEVEN

Seven years minus three
Seven tears since you left
Seven dreams on which it is based
Seven children in a row
Seven lovers to kiss and hug
Seven boxes hold seven precious things
Seven wishes none come true 

July 23, 2019

Sunday, July 22, 2018

CALLIGRAPHY/the sunday whirl - poets united poets pantry

CALLIGRAPHY 

Dark ink against 
White paper
Lines and squiggles
Your name in red

A tinge of age
Along the paper’s edge
The cup slips 
Cracks appear

What was once whole
Is now broken
I read that you had gone away 
For good
It happened years ago

I cry when I think of you
There was always 
Space between us
A far away distance

I tap the nib
Against the lip of the ink well
We were not bound
No straps to hold us
Just good friends
The story written in calligraphy






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