In front of the John Lennon Wall in Prague.
April 7, 2014
wait for night's silence
when rush of day drops away
listen for yourself
sun-dazzled ocean
under blue line horizon
draw arabesque sky
Happy birthday, Dad!
April 5, 2014
cherry blossoms dance
along branch's edge not there
but here home at last
April 4, 2014
after five hour
flight coast to coast, words won't spring
free - but must crawl on
April 3, 2014
Capitol pilgrim
paying homage to women
amid good old boys
dressed in marble shine
Mother Susan, Lucretia
and Elizabeth
I give my silent
thanks to women of courage
who walked before me
4/2/14
White House clearance rules:
no cameras, purses, knives,
no photos inside.
White frosting covers
red and yellow and blue rooms
like petit fours on
gilded plates. Untrod
spotless rugs with saucy touch -
fringe mussed just like mine.
I've been writing a haiku or haiku-esque poem every day (or sometimes night) since the first day of this year. So far that means 90 poems this year. Until now I've been posting these to a private group on Facebook. Trying to be profound and poetic every single day is a daunting task so until now I've posted these haiku to a private group on Facebook. That makes me feel safe from my sternest critic: my own fearful self. But I've decided to go public for the entire month of April. I can't promise that all my poems will be good or interesting or poetic. I'm sure there will be some who tsk-tsk at my western attempts at a form of poetry that originated in a very different culture and language. So it is with some trepidation that I offer you my first offering for April:
forgot to water
my tulips - out with orchids
much more exotic
Only 29 more to go! Happy National Poetry Month!