Haiku (& other poetry)
Along with a link to this site, I put the occasional haiku
into my e-mail signature. It's fun, and maybe it'll pique folks'
interest about my Bestiary. I also occasionally write other
Cold, sharp sickle moon.
Sunrise: small, soft-gray clouds drift,
underlit bright pink.
Sharp-edged tall building
Lifting above surroundings
Edged with drifting fog.
Pale cool dawn. Dirty
car windows need clean- no, wait...
That's autumn's first fog.
Pale dawn's opaque tea,
cupped in my tiny courtyard:
one gulp of smooth fog
Tall buildings greet and
reflect gold sunrise beauty,
which I can't yet see.
Luminous dove gray
silhouettes against soft rose:
Autumn's dawn palette.
Selecting each word
discipline crafts creation
The suffering of
solitude lessens with your
I reach multitudes
on the net. Alas, I still
can't hug distant friends.
Occasional solitude inspires me,
as does the companionship of dear friends
and the simple clarity of green places.
How loud our world is. When are we to draw breath?
Molten gold pours through
shaggy black pine boughs like a
shout of joy: sunrise!
silver frost flow'rs by moonlight
admired with shivers
A two edged sword; you speak much
Do you ever hear?
Looking into the Abyss
(an Elizabethan sonnet)
Ever restless, I, drifting without goal,
Though I knew it not, childhood's refugee,
Thoughtless as the wind, lacking all control,
Quietly you came, quiet guided me.
Peaceful steadiness soothed my harried heart,
Constant battle ceased; unknown and unconfessed.
You gave room to grow; you were my guiding chart,
Constant nagging gone; I could be my best.
I believed I was become a woman who'd
Grown into my strength with your encouragement,
I thought I'd done the same; you were all that you would,
Together we'd become the source of our content.
What happened to my faith? Belief is torn apart.
When did we change so much? Who am I in your heart?
Spring leaves (earlier
bright with joy) hang tattered by
written during a particularly difficult and hectic
time in my work life
Dawn's first faint gloaming,
pale moon sliver framed by pines:
Black as an x-ray;
streaked clouding with bright white bone-
Full moon, Spring night sky
Groggy, I wake to
dawn sunbeams. I am so not
a morning person. ;)
Dark, tumbling rainclouds
foil for delicate rainbows
each distant, misty layer
I guess there's something about cool, misty
mornings and being half awake, while speeding silently and
effortlessly down the dim highway, that inclines my mind towards
Cool, misty mornings
heh -- okay, that one's just silly
Soft shining streamers:
mauve and rose; opposite gleam
trying to invoke that breathless instant of beauty
and birth at dawn
When you will not see,
why shout aloud beauty is
truth... we are all blind.
why is it we can always see the failings of others
-- but never in ourselves?
ladies swirling velvet skirts;
I love California -- where else could I receive
roses in winter? ;)
fragile glass, frost etched;
pale dawn's silent, colorless
hint of future warmth.
drifting fog fingers,
delicate glass frost flowers,
colorless spring dawn.
two attempts to adequately capture the wan, cool,
half-alive promise of very early dawn here
Clear, insistent chime,
interrupting -- belt grabbing;
spring mating: cell phones
and why don't folks turn the damn things off
cheerful colors, flashing lights;
Solstice holiday impressions after a fun
The lily: pristine
ivory beauty. Alas,
there is no sweet scent.
Written while reflecting on someone whose beauty
was only skin deep
Hammering, fold, strike,
concept takes form and substance;
bright-bladed thought shines.
While struggling to communicate effectively,
this metaphor occurred to me.
streaked with gold-glowing cloud wisps:
Thanksgiving was particularly lovely this year,
both actually and metaphorically
As seasons pass, friends,
acquaintances -- and new names!
-increase in number. ;)
written when I re-joined the SCA and ended
up changing my persona name, due to the large number of new
excavations and discoveries made about the culture of my
persona. Cool stuff! ;)
Autumn winds whisper;
time to harvest muse-inspired
Written to celebrate the coming of both Samhain and
my birthday! ;)
Creative joy lifts
like a bird in flight. Alas,
mine has migrated.
Early morning sun:
The solar-powered twirling crystal hanging in my
window makes me smile every morning, watching the rainbows dart and
dance about my kitchen.
bright, lazy summer roses-
My pages render! ;)
A tongue-in-cheek haiku, since I'd been informed in
no uncertain terms that real haiku had a nature/seasonal
element in them, regardless of theme! ;)
Jeweled spring blossoms;
Beginnings, hopes, and laughter
come easily now.
I turn up my face
Cool cloudlets, bright with moonlight
Love brings inner warmth.
Inspired by a full moon on a particularly lovely
cool Spring night.
pondering life's tapestry...
harvest moon rises.
Celebrating the brand new beginning of this site!
My personal site
like falling leaves in autumn
broken links abound. ;-p
The humorous inspiration which got me started writing