Writers write a lot of different things; among them are novels, short stories, essays, journals, blogs, and poems. Even though I am currently working on a series of Young Adult Fantasy novels, I have written other things. I used to write news and feature articles for newspapers and magazines. I also have a number of short stories and poems to my credit.
Poetry was never my forte, but from time to time I was inspired to write some, especially some Haiku style poems. For those who are not familiar with Haiku, it is a form of poetry originating in Japan. It has very strict structure, and consists of seventeen syllables, broken into three lines. The first line has five syllables, the second line has seven, and the third line has five. Punctuation and capitalization is not regulated by normal rules of grammar, and Haiku rarely employs rhyme. Traditional Haiku should evoke images of the natural world, which is one of the reasons I am so drawn to the form. I do, however, appreciate other forms of poetry as well.
That brings me to one of the nicest outcomes of participating in the Platform Challenge (#platchal) back in October. Through that endeavor, I have come to know a number of writers through their platforms. Consequently, there are some new blogs I have discovered and enjoyed. Recently, several of these blogs have featured poetry. I have enjoyed browsing through the finely crafted works of poets I had previously not known. The rich imagery of their work inspired me to dig through my files and resurrect some poetry I had written in years past. In spite of my poetry not being very sophisticated (especially compared to the wonderful works of others I have read recently), I hope you might enjoy reading a few of my poems. They are simple poems, written purely to entertain; they have no deep meaning.
First, some in the style of the Haiku (as per the formula for Haiku, these poems have no titles):
Autumn’s first changeling:
bright orange and gold flapper
An eagle soaring,
motionless in the heavens,
floating on his pride.
slip across the horizon:
Mustangs ride the wind.
a thousand minuscule stars
light the path to dreams.
Raindrops fall, silver,
softly touching golden sands:
nature’s treasures here.
Old and tired now,
wrinkled and weary am I.
Winter comes, so blessed.
Clouds blacken the sky;
wind whips the rain to frenzy.
Hell’s gates have opened!
Rising from the mists,
a stand of silver birches:
Long, sleek and graceful,
silky and fluffy and warm:
love comes on soft paws.
Not everything I wrote was in Haiku format. Here are two longer poems, still simple and written solely for entertainment (I won’t bore you with any of my “message” poems):
Shadows steal through moonlit room,
Stairs creak and groan and sigh.
Tree limb taps on window pane
As wind moans through the pines.
Field mice scuttle through dry leaves;
Far off, some dog howls.
Trash cans rattle, curtains rustle,
Blood rushes, pounding in your ears,
Mouth grows desert dry.
Horror tiptoes from your heart
Up to strangle your mind.
Beat of a Different Drummer
It began with a tap, then another;
Mother Nature’s drummer played.
Irregular rhythm, broken meter:
Raindrops through leaves in the glade.
The rhythm was inconstant,
It ebbed and flowed at will;
The meter, very hesitant,
As the drummer tested his skill.
Harder, louder, softer, slower,
A symphony it created!
The drummer was no amateur;
The falling rain syncopated.
Snare, tenor, timpani –
He tried them all for size.
Upbeat, downbeat, offbeat,
The drummer improvised.
The beat of a different drummer.
Performed for inhabitant of forest domain,
And an occasional fool, the philosopher
Who knows not enough to get out of the rain.
As I’ve noted, most of my poetry, whether Haiku or some other form, was written in response to nature’s inspiration, or just to entertain. Some of my writer friends have written much deeper poems, using wonderful imagery to powerfully evoke deep emotions or examine difficult situations. I have provided some links here, if you would care to go visit their blogs and enjoy their talents:
http://siroliverofskygatefarm.com/2015/11/29/thanksgiving-harvest-exciting-theatre-in-new-york/ (There’s a nice poem at the end of the blog post here)
http://siroliverofskygatefarm.com/2015/11/21/uninvited-guest-cancer (There’s a powerful poem at the end of the blog post here)
http://fireflymagazine.weebly.com/issue-23.html (This link is not to a blog, but to a publication that featured 2 poems by one of my #platchal writer friends, DMG Byrnes)
If you’ve enjoyed my poems, or those of the writers I have shared, feel free to stop back from time to time. We can listen to the rain and write poetry. I’ll keep the porch light on for you.