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 … Continue reading Poetry Is My Balm
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 … Continue reading Haiku, Senryū, and the Subtleties In Their Similarities and Differences
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, … Continue reading Short Verses & Other Curses – Promotional Giveaway Until 12/26/15
Coming soon. And so is Christmas... Coincidence? See Newsletter Love (008-15) to find out how you can get a free pre-release pdf version of the book personally inscribed by me to you. Ho ho ho
it's funny, life is we are so busy living we forget to live Let's Send The Year Out In Poetic Style See Newsletter Love (007-15) for details Must be a subscriber to participate
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 … Continue reading HOW NOT TO DIE: In 13 Easy Steps
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