I've always enjoyed writing haiku - the short (3 lines, 17 syllable) Japanese poetry that we all probably learned in 4th grade, and then never practiced since. I'm not surprised I love it; I have an eye for detail, a love of nature, and find joy in choosing "just the right words". So, I thought I'd write some tonight...
"Summer Night"
Green hills brightly glow
Shadows paint the neighborhood
Twilight brings day's end.
"Even Trees Like to Play"
Silently, I wave
Leaves rustle, as kids run beneath
A tree says "Pick me!"
"Izzy's Night Job"
Ears erect, tail stiff
Sharp bark, "What's going on there?"
Chihuahua sentry!
It's good to remember to lend an ear to the poet's voice that lives in all of us. There's much in life that can only be lived, and learned, through the heart and soul. I spend too much time in thought, and miss the beauty whispering to me in the silences. I keep working to change that, as I get older...
Finally, I had to share this last haiku. I didn't write it, but it made me laugh!
The only problem
with Haiku is that you just
get started and then
(Roger McGough)
...Loved it!... Hope the inner poet in you smiled!
In the end, it's all just words. The Bible after all is just words. But clearly, it's how those words are strung together and the inspiration behind them, that make the difference. And of course, it's in the heart of the one that understands those words, that's when miracles happen.... Keep sharing your miracles!!!!
ReplyDeleteI don't feel the poet inside, although I recognize and appreciate yours.
ReplyDeleteI don't know where my dreams have gone, but maybe if I keep listening I will find my inspiration through yours.