I subscribe to Lauren Camp’s Which Silk Shirt blog on poetry, art and writing.  Yesterday’s post was one I just have to share.  Click on the photo below to link to the post.

Bleeding Hearts
Photo by T. A. Smith

 

Serendipity

There is so much going on in my life now and much of it good.  Still it just feels more turbulent, like the cloud fronts over the Midwest.   Listening to NPR over the weekend, I heard an unforgettable song.  It isn’t a haiku, but I heard poetic moments vibrating throughout its lyrics.  Even though the song is somber, it shines brightly for me.  So I’m sharing the lyrics and a link with you.  How simply perfect is that title.

Unfamiliar moon
Stars are out of place
Everything is new
Everything is changed
Like a baby child
Just has to cry
When he sees it for the first time
And he don’t understand
Now that there’s no you
Everything is new
Like this unfamiliar moon

That can’t be our song
Those aren’t the words I know
The melody’s all wrong
But the DJ says “That’s just how it goes”
Like a child has to learn
On his own
You get too close to a bird
And she’ll be gone
Now that there’s no you
Everything is new
Like this unfamiliar moon

This can’t be my house
How can this be home?
I don’t recognize it
Anymore
Each step to the front door
Is higher than I’ve known
It’s like climbing up a mountain
‘Cause now I climb alone
Now that there’s no you
Everything is new
Like this unfamiliar moon

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Finding Poetry

Rick Daddario is amazing.  If you have not visited his site, please do.  He writes, he creates, he inspires.  Best of all, he encourages.  That encouragement led me to try found poem.  Rick provided the page, one which he dabbled with on his The Sound of a Cat post.

Below is what I found.  If you’d like to give it a try, just contact him in the comments and he’ll send you the page.

 

dignified
thoughts in thoughts glance
slowly gaze
off foliage
orchard paused

Fear

Well, I didn’t know her well enough to like or dislike her anyway.  She seemed kind of lazy.  It’s not like we were close.  We just worked at the same place.  She wasn’t all that, though she tried to make you think she was.  Not much to her, really.  I think she went to my church.  Didn’t she have two kids.  I heard she divorced.  That says something, doesn’t it.  Never did much with her life.  My son knew her boys, and they didn’t stay in touch with her.  I heard she let them do whatever they wanted.  Wasn’t much of a mother either, huh?  What did she do?  Teacher?  I never knew that.  Didn’t she write too or something?  I never read any of it, but I know someone who did and they didn’t remember much about it.  She talked about going back to school.  She talked about traveling.  She talked about a lot of things, but I don’t think any of it ever happened.  No, she never did much with her life, did she.

from one willow a mourning dove
graveyard moon

for mindlovemisery Prompt 2: Fear

and Open Link Night at dVerse

At the end of Church Lane on a cold winter night (Photo credit: Lplatebigcheese)

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• Fear – Nothing Now But You (helenvalentina.com)

Sijo — Korean Poetic Form

Spring Without Sakura

To a windy gulf coast city, spring does not bring cherry blossoms.
High blue skies and blue-green waves, we almost always have.
But for a time we wade in spring–deep blossom waves of bluebonnets.

Oceans of bluebonnets with paintbrushes sprinkled about, simply beautiful, April 15, 2007 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Please visit dVerse Form for All: From Out of Asia post for details on creating and examples of this form.  There is also an opportunity to post your own via Mr. Linky at the end of that post.

Related articles

• Faith(less): a sijo (susandanielspoetry.com)
• Sakura – Cherry Blossoms – Japan (ajaytao2010.wordpress.com)