Picture images
Scattered through distance and time
Full of laughs and smiles
I hear birds chirping
Spring sounds push through the night’s dark
Warm days on the way
Spring Rising 1
The first day of March
Spring’s growth starting to blossom
Life wakes from slumber
Sunshine permeates
A stroller stroll for my son
Best time in the world
With toes in the sand
Memories breeze through my mind,
of childhood beach trips
🙂
Moonlight cuts the night
Razor clean with light
I stand
In front of my window
Reflection on the glass, shows a different person
The years
They pass
Youthful splendor
Racing, chasing dreams
It seems so long ago
My mind races with thoughts
No planning for my future
No planning for the fall
For in my youthful splendor
By now, I thought I would have it all
Publication, a writer
My novel in print
Sign sealed and delivered
Message received and sent
Now as 40 pushes
And shoves away
Is it time wasted?
Wasted on dreams
I still have the desire and the fire
The dreams aren’t doused with such ease
I have to be an example
I have to show my son
I have to show him
Never give up, never stop the run
Ryan Adams – Cover of Iron Maiden’s Wasted Years
The first day of March
Spring’s growth starting to blossom
Life wakes from slumber
Red bird in the rain
Migration has called you back
Harbinger of Spring
Red Bird 1
Red bird in the snow
Cold, late February day
What keeps you so warm?
Sunlight cascading,
fading, into nighttime’s grasp
Evening sky bleeds
After publishing this earlier today I realized two things, the last line had six syllables in it (evening is three not two) and I also wasn’t a big fan of the way I closed the original – Evening sky turns red.
I went ahead and made the changes and then published it the way I think it should have gone out, originally. Us poets, so neurotic, we have to get it right.
Thank you for reading. You are now free to move about the blog.
Here is the original Part 6: http://awrenfro.com/2013/02/25/haiku-sky-fire-6/
Sunlight cascading,
fading, into nighttime’s grasp
Evening sky turns red
Sky Fire 1
Grey storm clouds parting
Turning the sky into fire
Day ends in a blaze
Sky Fire 2
Sunlight fading fast
Leaving embers in the sky
Day takes one last breath
Sky Fire 3
Rays of sun explode
As the day is closing down
The sky above burns
Sky Fire 4
White cotton ball clouds
Burning on a light blue sky
The world turns crimson
Sky Fire 5
A flame colored light
Races across the white clouds
Turning them blood red
Tiny, small rain drops
Tumbling, falling from the sky
Cascading shower
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Trees drip with water
Rain shower washing them clean
Nourishment for Spring
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Clouds of ashen grey
Hold hostage the sun above
Release date, unknown
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White bark on the tree
Rain, a river racing down
Forming small puddles
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Do you Haiku? If you do, maybe you could throw a few rain based Haiku my way. Just drop them in the comment section below.
Scrolling through pages
Frustrated with frustration
Stop the presses.
Here’s your chance to help me finish this Haiku.
Below you will find an A,B,C, or D multiple choice response. Feels like we are back in school. I know. Sorry about that.
Okay, here goes.
These answers are supposed to reflect the kind of re write person you are. Choose the one which says the most about yourself when you are rewriting something. Your answer will complete this Haiku.
A. I can make this great. (The optimistic writer – few and far between)
B. Why did I write that? (The troubled writer – probably a drinker or pot smoker, doing stuff when they are a little loopy)
C. Why doesn’t this work? (The angry writer – ready to fling a keyboard in a moments notice)
D. Dammit, damn, damn, damn! (This is the one I would have used. I’m there most of the time when something doesn’t work)
So this Haiku would have read like this if I would have used D.
Scrolling through pages
Frustrated with frustration
Dammit, damn, damn, damn!
Okay, choose wisely. I look forward to your answers.
The monitor speaks
Static sounds wake me from dreams
My son is stirring
Wee hours or so it seems
I shuffle, zombie like
Sleep escaping, like a blast
Nursery door creaks open
Night, fading fast
I move to the crib
Peer over its edge
I watch his movement
Just beyond the ledge
His eyes scan mine
We bridge a gap, father to son
He smiles up at me
The morning has begun
Part 1 to this series:
https://apoetryjourney.wordpress.com/2012/11/16/poem-morning-routine/
A warm sandy beach
The palm trees and sea breezes
Sugar to my soul
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Sitting with my son
Holding him tight in my lap
Kisses, sugar time
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I had to post this video.
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