Dying/broken/forgiven.... now I begin

Born: 17-06-56....gemini.... monkey
re-born: 3-09-80
born again\found: 14-04-08
other notable dates: 10-03-68; 03-09-87; 23-03-96;
1-05-98; 31-01-02; 5-04-04

Interests: movement, stressed/transgressive embodiment, lived experience (body\space\time\relation)
expression ( word, dance, text, image, story, music, poetics)
learning, yielding......

Hopes for the blog:
offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters....
enact kindness
create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Two haiku... based in fire *


haiku one:

their eyes might deceive
you see them only as sparks
but the howls burn hot


haiku two: 

hearing the owl's sigh
I bring a flame into the night
it shivers and flares


7 comments:

  1. * these two haiku are a response to a prompt at Jon's blog, waxinggrasshopper.blogspot.com. He is teaching an English course and using a blog to get his students doing more writing. This week he asked them to write a haiku and a limerick. The haiku had to be related to a fire theme and had to have one of the following words: spark, fire, sun, flame. I love working off prompts. I will get at the limerick next!! thanks, Jon.

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  2. Of the two, in my own opinion the first has the stronger image. I see wolf eyes outside the fire lit circle. Is the pack gathering to move in or are they just being wolves and looking for food. The howls are a nice touch.

    The "it"in the third line of the 2nd throws me. Is it the fire or owl that shiver and flares or both. I believe the first two lines could stand alone and hold their weight but not the third because of the lack of specificity.

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  3. Wonderful... somehow tells a story, exposes a scene. When I was delivering pizza, at twenty-two, I lived alone in an old converted chicken egg incubator, in the middle of a wonderful woods, down a lane. I loved it, mostly. One night I came home, hopped (twenty-two!) up the stairs, and opened my door... and stopped in my tracks. Across the apartment were two fiery little, beady rodent eyes, staring at me under my fridge. Wearily, I closed the door, went back to my car, and drove to a motel. Laughing all day the next day, at the cleaners, and then late into the night at work, my coworkers and I had a great deal of fun at my cowardly expense... so it was reinvigorated with embarrassment, shame, and desperation to take my home back that I reentered my home the next evening. Slowly I opened my front door, and peered into the kitchen (yeah... I guess below the fridge.) Beneath the fridge, those fiery glinting eyes peered back at me... in exactly the same spot?! Saying, "What the Hell?" I turned on the light, ran over to the fridge, and found the two metal screws that had been terrorizing me for twenty four hours. My "howls burned hot" all right. Too bad I'm not the strong silent type!
    Nice poems.. nice life. Thanks.

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  4. Andy's comment proves that eyes might deceive, indeed.

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  5. punch- thanks; i appreciate the kind word.
    wm-- i was sorta aiming for some ambiguity on that and it may be that i succeeded too well!! hah!! appreciate your thoughtful comments.
    andy-- great story!! there 's a song or a poem in there for sure. thanks for your delightful comments.
    gerry-- now that is definitely too kind!! but thanks, for sure.
    Mr C-- indeed! it's always nice when the comments are as enjoyable as the blog post. thanks for the visit and your comment.

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