Posted in January 2019, Syllabic Verse

January’s Journal

Journal Cover

Thirty one blank pages

written upon.

Their newness fades.

Resolutions

slipping away.

January

bids us goodbye.

Syllabic Verse

Posted in January 2019, Senryu

Inner Reflection

Kindness in a person graphic

Kindness, a treasure

That’s outwardly visable,

Comes from within

Senryu

Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness. —George Sand

Posted in January 2019, Scripture, Tanka

Tarry Time

Leaves in Fall

New Year days in flight,

Flying away like fall leaves.

What is your vision?

Are your dreams anchored down,

To withstand the winds of time?

Tanka

And the LORD answered me, and said, Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it. For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely come, it will not tarry Habakkuk 2:2-3

Posted in January 2019, Triolet

Where’s Normal?

Multicolored leaves

No Normal doesn’t live here

Guess it really never did

So don’t wait for it to appear

No normal doesn’t live here

And tis a word you’ll not hear

From this quite abnormal kid

No normal doesn’t live here

Guess it really never did

Triolet

#IArtDaily Day 25 Prompt: “Normal”, doesn’t live here anymore.

Embracing the abnormality of the creative life which is often unconventional, unusual, unique, and never mediocre.

Although I most often use forms in my poetry, I think the abnormality in it is that it many times it isn’t true conformity, and for me that’s ok because it’s my own take on traditional that’s abit irregular

Posted in January 2019, Syllabic Verse

Pink Path

Pink Feather on sidewalk

A pink feather in my path

I know not from whence it came

Some say it’s from an angel

Or perhaps pink flamingo

Neither makes sense to me

Tis a pinkish mystery

Syllabic Verse

Today I happened to see this pink feather just laying right in the middle of the sidewalk. No pink flamingos around, or angels or kids wearing Indian Headdresses or Pink Boas, so it’s a curiosity. I am keeping it for a bookmark 🙂

Posted in January 2019, Senryu

Realization

The word Happiness

Diligently I was

On a quest for happiness

Had to make my own

Senryu

The other evening I was creating a collage using some torn paper and I wanted to title the balloon in the picture with the word “Happiness”. I did not want to write or print the word but hoped to find it in a magazine that I could cut out and paste in. I looked in magazine after magazine to no avail. The best thing I could find was the word “Happy”—no Happiness.

I decided then that I would just have to find some letters to cut and paste in order to make the word myself.

That is when the realization came to me that in life we often search and search for Happiness and never find it, because we really need to create it ourselves