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Tag: Haiku

Ambient echo

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Yes, I can hear you
but do you not understand.
I’m not listening

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The prophecy of love’s kiss

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Yonder soft orange
peeling away the daydreams
Evening warmth begins

To foretell the truth
of things we already know
Love begins to bloom

To foretell the truth
of things we have lost in time
Love blooms inside us

To foretell the truth
of things inside one and all
Love flowers love’s kiss

Yonder soft orange
peeling away the daydreams
Evening warmth begins

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London, Book, Fair

I never win when I enter writing competitions and so here we are again 🙂

This week I entered a competition to write a Sonnet, a Haiku and a Nonnet. Now I’ve not written a sonnet or a nonnet before, or at least I don’t think I have but that’s beside the point. So first up was the sonnet and it was to be a Shakespearean sonnet.

(Click here to read what it should be like) and I now know why it didn’t win ha ha! 🙂

The theme was London and so here is my failed attempt!

Upon thine banks I hear siren songs sung
in whispered imaginings to enhance
Upon thine waters I feel as if stung
by beauty rushing hither, thither – thence
Upon thine streets I tread within history
to find myself at home in England’s soul
Upon thine bricks I feel the dust of me
foot printing, hand printing, heart printing whole
Upon thine meadows I sleep beneath time
resting in smiles till sundown you wake me
Upon thine night I wander your sublime
your magnificence of wonders to see
++++ Oh how the depths of thine eternal love
++++ is being battered by the ruthless .gov!

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Next up was the haiku, which is a very short form of Japanese poetry of 17 syllables of 5-7-5. The essence of haiku is “cutting” (kiru). This is often represented by the juxtaposition of two images or ideas and a kireji (“cutting word”) between them, a kind of verbal punctuation mark which signals the moment of separation and colors the manner in which the juxtaposed elements are related. (Wikipedia)

The theme for the haiku was a book or books and here’s mine

Trees do breathe to live
for hands to hold, eyes to read
Deathly white leaves, talk

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Now for the Nonnet which should have nine lines with the first line having 9 syllables, the second 8 syllables, the third 7 syllables until the ninth line which has one syllable and is to have an iambic meter (stress every other syllable). (Wikipedia)

The theme for the nonnet was a fair and so here’s mine.

Milling, spilling, chatting and chilling
crowds colour the arena’s mile
as children tug at held hands
Coffee is served so nice
goods are sold with glee
as children tug
Hours pass by
fun ends
Tug!

And there you have it 🙂

 

Chandelier reflections

I’ve had my second book signing today and while I was waiting I wrote a poem about the atmosphere and the arena of it all. I was there with the kindness of Sarah Stokes who said I could come along to her Art Show and set up a table. Thank you.

Chandelier reflections
echo their light
upon the distant window
as polished floors
soak up their warmth

This nervous poet shivers a little
; there is a chill in the air
as the open doors
allow the oncoming winter’s breath
to seep into his toes
and up to his pen-holding fingers

Laughter from the room beyond
warms him as watercolour moments
are re-painted upon the eyes and minds
of the viewing public

His hat rests behind him above his scarf
calling to be worn
as a headache looms in the shadows …
yet
see here
he is now within the laughter and watercolours
where a mulled wine is offered
and gratefully accepted

Creaking floorboards
echo their weight
upon the footfalls and smiles
as sunlit art
soaks up the atmosphere

This nervous poet
shivers a little …

And now a little later in the afternoon I looked around and something stirred; it was my pen again and so I began to write haiku for the paintings.

Sarah is an extraordinarily gifted lady whose watercolours are … well, see for yourself

Owl flight splashes bold
upon a canvas of pure
Graceful & Silent

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Alert green-eyed stare
feline beauty, pounce ready
Anticipation

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Wolf, ripped from the wild
snows of imagination
Hungry for your touch

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Red-breasted eye sees
from its unblinking vision
Depth of painted soul

Robin

Strutting proud and loud
tail feathers erect, sublime
Dancing dusts of life

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Golden eyes, rivet
your attention from the dark
Windswept & Coal-faced

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Kisses from a child
upon equine’s mighty head
A moment of trust

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Watchful ears, raised in
personified readiness
Twitching whiskers, taste

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He looks up and waits
with love in his eager eyes
Spirit of friendship

Baxter

Swimming through the white
golden scales wing through the blue
An apparition

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Please do visit Sarah’s website and her Facebook page

All images are copyright Sarah Stokes (c) 2013

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