The poems get written, life happens and they don’t get posted. So today I’ll play catch-up and talk a little about what comes next.
First what comes now: you’d think at this point I’d have a daily rhythm going and writing and posting would be habit. Apparently I don’t form habits (or maybe it’s more like break them) easily. I am greatly enjoying the challenge to myself to write poetry daily, and on top of that I’m taking 3 on-line classes, all which require a great deal of reading and writing, and to one of which I just turned in an 11K+ manuscript for a final piece. Like I said, lots of writing. And I”m loving it.
I know that I can write every single day, as long as it doesn’t necessarily have to be a poem. So after the 100 poems in 100 days, I think I will challenge myself to post daily, writing on something/anything. I have seen what the practice has done for my writing, and for my understanding of how I write, and I like it very much. Which isn’t to say that everything I write is polished and finished. Most of it isn’t. But the more you do something, the better you get. Practice on it’s own making it all better. And *that* is what I want to continue. I’m also on the look out for a good next class to take, not finding any where I”m currently enrolled (though I am taking a course that has about 25 weeks left in it, so it’s not like I’ll have *nothing* to urge me on).
Ok. Here we go.
Feels Like August (70)
I woke to air heavy with waiting –
rain forecasted; I make a wish
that it would come. Mid-day
quietly at first my wish came true
but soon the sky was so dark , the sound
so loud, I thought I had invited in hail
and damnation – everything blurred
looking out the window, water falling
obscuring the landscape, highlighting
the red mulch, battering the leaves, puddling
on the lawn, running in small rivers
down the hilly street. Then bright sun,
steam rising as if to signal some enchantment,
a passageway to a forgotten kingdom, bringing
a cool breeze and a dream of winter’s chill.
Haiku (71)
Cats under the shed
huddle, rain pours down all round.
Home is dry and warm.
1 Comment
Feels like August says it all. Hot and sticky sweltering is so early for May and June.
Appropriate haiku.
I think your classes and all the writing sound really good for you. Awesome! 🙂