HAIKU CHALLENGE HAIKU ON GEN-X VISION FEBRUARY 15, 2017 LEAVE A COMMENT EDIT Nina Mariah By: E. R. Smith Haiku on Gen-X Vision Gained Gen-X vision eye strain on optic axon mutant lens fade hue
Many of the haiku and other poems in Short Verses & Other Curses were written as a therapeutic balm in response to my cancer. I don't know why or how I survived all that nonsense but I suspect writing the poems helped at least a little. Recent events make it seem to me that my …
Somehow I managed not to share this (age is a possible factor) very kind recommendation for Poems from the River that was posted by our good friend at Chronicles of a Blogaholic, who, with her daily musings and photography, brings us all a little bit of sunshine and happiness.
“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought
and the thought has found words.”
There’s a blogger I’ve been following since I began my blog. He’s one of the first bloggers that found my blog and liked one of my posts.
Ever since that day, I’ve been following him daily. His stories and photographs are an inspiration.
Last week I ordered his book of poetry, Poems from the River, which arrived yesterday. His collection of poems are tender and beautifully written.
If you’re interested in visiting Kurt’s blog and buying his book, please check him out at: Kurt Brindley. I believe Kurt Brindley is and will become quite a prolific poet.
As you may be aware, Paul’s work is not unfamiliar to this site, as his THE WILD HORSES OF HIROSHIMA is reviewed here and is my favorite Indie Author read to date.
I strongly encourage you – it’s for your own good, believe me – to visit with Paul at both his literary review site and at his author site paulxylinides.com to check out the intellectually intriguing work he does. Make sure you follow his sites so you don’t miss out in the future.
To read my review of THE WILD HORSES OF HIROSHIMA, click here.
To read more of Paul’s writing found on this site, enter “paul xylinides” in the search box.
Short Verses & Other Curses
(Haiku, Senryū, & Other Poetic, Artistic, & Photographic Miscellany)
A Warrior Poet’s Hard-Won Epiphanies
Self-made and/or naturally insight-endowed, Kurt Brindley has the soul of a poet; further, he has the soul of a warrior poet. He makes passing reference to the martial tradition that has also been a part of his life in the poem “If I Were A Samurai:”
I would know
when to bow
and when to ignore
when to speak
and when to be silent
when to eat
and when to fast
when to think
and when to meditate
when to advance
and when to hold
when to strike
and when to parry
when to kill
and when to die
All writers — the serious and the not-so-much — inevitably find themselves in a battle, as often as not Biblical in proportions, for the human…
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If I had a bit more courage and a lot more scholarship, I would have discussed the similarities and differences between a haiku poem and a senryū poem in the introduction of my newly released book of poetry Short Verses & Other Curses: Haiku, Senryū, Tanka & Other Poetic, Artistic, & Photographic Miscellany. However, seeing …
Get your promotional edition here. FROM THE INTRODUCTION: I began focusing much of my poetry writing on the Japanese poetic forms of haiku, senryū, and tanka at the beginning of 2012 as a therapeutic effort when finding myself in the midst of an illness. And I continue to write them even as I find myself, …
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restricted we are not by laws or by limits but by self alone
the ocean of sky is sailed by such lovely arks lo! the moon embarks
distance redefines impressions fade over time beauty lingers on
that which would be missed that which would be desired just let it all go
beyond the creek's bend sight unseen still it must flow but how do we know
even sans the source it emits a knowing glow let the ego go
where suns rising burns where hearts once touched long returns where glances love churns
On this day five years ago, I received the news that a recent lung biopsy showed that my lungs were inflicted with a severe form of graft versus host disease (GVHD) called bronchiolitis obliterans syndrome (BOS). BOS, I came to find out, was a known but uncommon side-effect resulting from a bone marrow transplant (for …
blossoms and decay from rose to a tangled rot such is this, our lot #boo
life's dichotomies the blacks or whites, ins or outs the falsehoods or truths
bypass the hazard detours become the way true closure's clarity
life comes as a blur wanting no time for focus until it has passed
what is it, this life I think I may know - do I this life, what is it
all that lies ahead were once choices to be made from now comes the then
thine eyes seek not truths they seek only what's been shone trust thine heart alone
the moon that waxes is also the moon that wanes beauty has phases
yea, the day must end and yield its light to the night ere night shines again
reach beyond thy reach seek far beyond thy vision dream beyond beyond
the sun's shimmering casts cold and silent shadows with its warmth and light
dark clouds massive loom promising a coming doom pray it passes soon
when dusk draws the dew when dark rises from the dell when sad lows linger
what is it we seek yea, that cannot once be found with a soul upturned
life's truest restraints its most true and confining are those which we think #iamthatiam
the truth of it all is found in that which is done all else is just dreams
life beyond the fields too, has its risings, settings tho' absent such sol
though blossoms sweet 'tis love 'lone before my eyes your love, my love sweet
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may the paths we walk though they may diverge at times stay true to our course
it's at the pier's end at the very edge of it where balance eludes
it is from the dark that the light shines the brightest to reveal the way
cosmos expanding new horizons revealing all that's before us
stop! become aware from yesterday to today transformational!
from the yestern day comes what may to the morrow this day I shall be
it is the moment it is the now of our lives one blink of an eye
aye! 'tis the deep blue aye! 'tis the sting of the mist aye! tack to the wind
here I am right now every second, minute, hour... seeking the way true
are you who you were are you your bruises and scars is that who you are or are you each day renewed your past relieved, hope debuted