Bougainvilleas blaze
devouring air - I scream
devouring air - I scream
drowning in wet bedclothes.
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- BMV
- A forty-something religious educator who who has foregone the pleasures of writing for oneself for too long.
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- Haiku #14: Hope Stirs
- Haiku #15: The Letter on My Door
- Dancing with St. Francis
- Haiku # 16: Joy Bursts in the Mouth
- A Prayer for Angels on the Street
- Why Now?
- Haiku # 17 Lonely Bed
- On "Falling Upward"
- Haiku # 18 Fireflowers
- 3 Haikus on Parting (# 19, 20, 21)
- What's with the haikus?
- Haiku # 22 Hey Up There
- Prayer to a Gentle God
- Christ's Wounds and Ours
- Haiku # 23 Break Your Heart Like Bread
- Haiku # 24 On Trying to Write Poetry in the City o...
- Haiku # 25 Inspiration
- Haiku #26 On Trying to Write Poetry in the City of...
- Haiku #27 A Friendship Renewed
- Jesus when I cling to Thee Only then shall I be fr...
- Confessions of a Poetry Fool
- Tar Baby Thoughts
- Hold On to the Thread
- Bougainvilleas
- Haiku # 28 Missing
- 3 Haikus on a Hillside (# 29, 30, 31)
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While I've kept the 17 syllables, I've departed from the 5-7-5 structure of the traditional haiku following instead Allen Ginsberg's less restrictive "American Sentences" approach. Ginsberg wanted to couch the compression and vividness of the haiku in an American idiom. He felt that a strict adherence to the traditional form led to a kind of aesthetic stiffness.
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