I wrote this poem in New England. We stayed a couple of nights in Kennebunkport. Our hotel was close to the beach. One morning I arose at dawn and walked to the ocean. After an hour of drinking in the seaside beauty and the solitude, I wrote this poem. Its memory is still vivid and its…
Tag: Poetry
haiku: red oak in my backyard
In a previous post, I wrote a haiku about the Texas autumn and the lack of autumn leaves. Well, alas, here it is on the first week of December, my red oak in the backyard finally has red leaves! Of course, never mind that this Colorado girl is wishing for snow. I’ll take autumn leaves…
‘Setting Sail’
It is the holiday season, and everyone is thinking about holiday stuff. Very few are thinking about “Setting Sail ” right now. I am not sure Emily Dickinson was talking about just “sailing” either when she wrote this beautiful poem. Setting Sail Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, – Past the…
haiku: random thoughts on south america
Brazil ************************* Cock-a-doodle doo! Roosters declare to the world sun’s up in Brazil. ************************** Rich in penthouses; poor under the bridges. All nations are the same. *************************** Hand-hewn cobblestones old world traditions remain today’s foundations. **************************
haiku: American Society 2007
I wrote these haiku on culture, choice, and contentment on the plane on our way to South America. ********************* Distinction comes in two ways: hardship or needles that carve a tattoo. ********************* Distinction is the gift of achievement or the piercing on a lip. ***********************
Leaning on the Stars
Leaning on the Stars Writers are strange creatures. Who can explain the impulse to write or tell when it will come–or worse–when it will go? We are leaving for the airport in about 20 minutes, and this poem came to my mind. It would be so easy to skip this trip, to enjoy the first of the holidays…
haiku: alone tonight
********************* Daughter off to work, and Daddy upstairs asleep, just Mama and tree. *********************
haiku: regret
For words I did not say, the warm hand I withdrew– my own world so large. ********************** For the words I did say, for the pointing judgment– my own world so small. ***********************
The Dream of Freedom
It is 6 AM. The house is dark and quiet. I am soaking in the sweet, brief solitude. Soon the din and stir of the crowd will rule the house. A cold front came in yesterday and cooled down our Texas autumn heat wave. The red oak in my backyard still isn’t red. The cool…
haiku: white on white
Art of white on white: my Cypriot poodle warms the cold leather couch.
Bonnie Saul Wilks 