September dusk
pepperoni clouds curl up
at the oven's edge
#poem #poetry #haiku #bonsaiku
#poetrycommunity #imagism #vsspoem #vss365 #MicroPoetry
#wrdz
#micropoetry #vss365 #vsspoem #wrdz #imagism #poetrycommunity #bonsaiku #haiku #poetry #poem
= streetwise =
shirt sleeved grandad
three streets to the wind
returning from the front
stalls of the smoking picture house
drunk on bloky flags
and tri-fooled britannia
trips over plimsoles lying
slips on nets street-dredging
for bent old shilling navies
signs on a scurvy line
just to get away
drowns in absent glory
that's him maybe
stuffed behind this peopled
bronze as though memorials
suffice
#wrdz #streetsailing #loss #war #imagism #poetry #smallpoems
Some #haiku won!t stay in their bonsai pot.
sprouting from #imagiku 15 ...
= slow wave =
silent bells surging
softly up the sweeping hill
blue spring reveille
slow wave of whispers
#bonsaiku #imagism #poetry #smallpoems #imagiku #haiku
I wish to dwell around your daylight dreams,
The railing to the stairway of the clouds,
To guard your steps securely up, where streams
A faery moonshine washing pale the crowds
Of pointed stars. Remember not whereby
You mount, protected, to the far-flung sky.
tulip surprise
a parched and secret kernel
passing dead but tightly slept
unfurls
to prise a path through crumbled soil
a hardly frosted bed ...
#spring #smallpoems #poetry #imagism
to love, an end
some dimming day
each breath a ragged cloud
i will understand
not one creaking word
you say
though with a swoop of Horus'
piercing eye will see
your all and always love
remain
best, don't you think
we are long gone
by then
through dancing birds
and shadowed
painless trees
#valentineday #love #smallpoems #poetry #mypoem #imagism
Since the first translations of haiku were made in the West, some of the greatest writers of the twentieth century have grown fond of this poetic genre, from Rainer Maria #Rilke to Paul #Eluard. In Italy, some poets who have embraced the current of hermeticism, such as #Ungaretti and #Quasimodo, approached haiku. Famous is that of Ezra Pound with his urban #imagism:
"The appearance of these faces in the crowd,/Petals on a wet, black bough."
#rilke #eluard #ungaretti #quasimodo #imagism #haiku #pound
our hormones laid
foundations for these curves
where limestone bones
protrude through scabs of grass
here a swelling breast
whose nipple cairn
is brushed by chilling breezes
there a rounded abdomen
slips down
past strong hills stretching
east and west to dolmen knees
and somewhere in that hollow rests
a secret cave - ah
but whether life or death
will not be known
until explored
alone, on red hands blowing
worshipping this land
#imagism #myPoem #poetry #smallpoems
@imagism @poetry @smallpoems
#smallpoems #poetry #mypoem #imagism
light
a crack
in eggshell sky
spills across the dawn
breaks all night's
tiny pieces
into frights of birds
and sparks
of wide-eyed dew
on spiders lace
walk with me
until day has gathered
her decorum
20221004 (repost: works ok for new year, perhaps)
#MastoPrompt #dawn #smallpoems
#myPoem #Poetry #imagism
@mypoem @poetry @smallpoem @imagism
#imagism #poetry #mypoem #smallpoems #dawn #MastoPrompt
the night
icefish stunned
agape, where a lake
might have dreamed by day
one gasp between
coiled breaths, an evanescent
curved ascent in flowing purple
dance with mountains coldly scaled
as carved from diamond air
soft curtains filigreed
in green while deep time
turns
we only stare
just once to hear that angel light
in silence singing
#myPoem #poetry #poetryCommunity #imagism #smallpoem #smallpoems
@poetry @imagism.a.gup.pe @smallpoem @smallpoems
#smallpoems #smallpoem #imagism #poetrycommunity #poetry #mypoem #aurora
(a boost with new #AIart)
light
a crack
in eggshell sky
spills across the dawn
breaks all night's
tiny pieces
into frights of birds
and sparks
of wide-eyed dew
on spiders lace
walk with me
until day has gathered
her decorum
#imagism #poetry @poetry
#poetrycommunity
20221004
#poetrycommunity #poetry #imagism #aiart
A RT from twitter #poetry
Hi @TopTweetTuesday @MatthewMCSmith: while #imagism might tend to wet leaves and pale faces, I find myself weaving past war, lies, and mortality; always coming back to how we are burning down the house - what else can be more important? From September ...
this summer tastes of South
but comfortless
....
A RT from twitter
Hi @TopTweetTuesday @MatthewMCSmith: while #imagism might tend to wet leaves and pale faces, I find myself weaving past war, lies, and mortality; always coming back to how we are burning down the house - what else can be more important? From September ...
this summer tastes of South
but comfortless
....
forest pool
frogswollen
restless bees
chainsaw coming
---
#VerseThursday #poetry
As, it happens, written on a Thur in September. Despite pools and frogs, not a haiku, but trying for similar juxtaposition in a very compressed form (#7wordsPoet), and #imagism
#imagism #7wordsPoet #poetry #VerseThursday
It's 100 years since the discovery of Tutankhamun's tomb ...
= the endless boy =
under lapis skies
kohl eyed maidens dance
insinuating joy
sheer gauze and lotus blossom
poised to never fall
a summer cast in stone
golden masked
the boy king rises
swathed in falcon wings
to endless polar stars
#tutankhamun #egypt #poetry #imagism
light
a crack
in eggshell sky
spills across the dawn
breaks all night's
tiny pieces
into frights of birds
and sparks
of wide-eyed dew
on spiders lace
walk with me
until day has gathered
her decorum
#imagism #poetry
#poetrycommunity
20221004
#poetrycommunity #poetry #imagism