I recently read another blogger’s writings and was impressed with their poetic abilities. I also took note of the various forms of poetry they created. Many of which I was unfamiliar with, which isn’t odd considering I have only worked in a couple of forms. So I am making an effort to expand into other forms of poetry. The first one below is my rough attempt at a Tanka, and the second one is another Haiku.
Lost deep in my thoughts,
In search of inspiration,
I pick up my pen,
And transfer the images,
To the paper before me.
Always she loved me.
I weep and place the flowers.
Rest in peace mother.
In the midst of pain,
My sorrow pulling me down,
But love rescues me.
Where has the rain gone?
The land begs for some relief,
Patiently we wait.
Summer is coming,
Hot humid days and warm nights,
I shall miss the spring.
my mind swirls, a whirlpool, emotions caught up,
having what I have but do not want,
wanting what I can’t have.
frustrating thoughts and unbridled feelings,
my confusion lasts and lingers.
the cacophony of voices in my mind,
fighting for dominance amongst one another.
contentious and bitter am I,
against whom but myself.
contemplation of the future before me,
is it all to be as I see and weep?
sorrow of lost adventures, missed opportunities.
the dereliction of duties present,
as I fight to chase away my demons,
or is it I being chased?
thoughts chased and herded,
pushed towards the abyss, the void.
my struggle persists, clarification is lost.
serenity is but a whisper in the night, I hear her call,
but like mist she passes through my fingers.
gone, blackness, nothing there,
drained of meaning my soul is parched,
thirsting for the influx of purpose,
and light to cut the dark.
I bow my head, and hold back the rain,
but the clouded thoughts persist and push.
so tired and weak, losing the will to fight,
but I must, no matter the struggle,
hold on, hold on, perhaps, just perhaps,
in time coming not too distant,
this storm will pass and the clouds will clear.
A nice cool spring day,
The crisp breeze refreshes me,
It delights my soul.
Nature around me,
All her glory I behold,
Stop, Look and Listen.