I am including here some things that I have read...some things that I have written. I include those that have somehow caused an inner chord to resonate...
Japanese Writers Ryokan Haiku I also like this site: Poetry Mountain.
Some of mine HOME Table of Contents
A few of my favorites:
I just recently heard this one:
I love you in ways you'll never know
In light rain beneath piers
Beside bonfires in February
Embers in March
By lonesome prairies I've forgotten
Where wild horses run in silhouettes
Between the moon and my memory
And I think of you in the wind
When I turn up my collar to light a cigarette
In the night when I undress
I sigh and dream of Rome before I'm asleep
And miles and miles of blue sky
That stretch from California
To New York
Come, when the pale moon like a petal
Floats in the pearly dusk of spring,
Come with arms outstretched to take me,
Come with lips pursed up to cling.
Come now, for life is a frail moth flying,
Caught in the web of the years that pass,
And soon we two, so warm and eager,
Will be as the gray stones in the grass.
I like this by James Kavanaugh:
"I was born to catch dragons in their den
And pick flowers
To tell tales and laugh away the morning...
To drift and dream like a lazy stream
And walk barefoot across sunset days..."
Last Words of Crowfoot, Blackfoot Warrior and Orator, 1890 At least this supposedly his last words...
"What is life?
It is the flash
of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo
in the wintertime.
It is the little
shadow which runs across the grass
and loses itself in the sunset."
The following poem affected me deeply when I read it...I'm not sure why.
"My sincere hope is
to leave the world in Spring
Under the blooming cherry--
In February, if possible,
On the eve of the full moon."
It led me to write the following:
Shall I leave in the summer
while cicadas shrill and
The nights are full of gardenia
Or shall I leave in Autumn
with Crimson maples and
The harvest moon?
Perhaps in Winter with
the sting of sleet and
the rattle of bare branches
in a hopeless wind?
No! I want to go in
early Spring with
crocus and nodding daffodils
in a light mist with
rain dripping from the eaves...