Zella's Poetry

I was reading a book set in Japan and the main character really liked haiku poetry; there was one at the beginning of every chapter. So I decided to try my hand at a few of my own. It was an interesting exercise, but I can't decide if I like it or not. It's kind of neat to be able to write an entire poem in less than five minutes, but I feel like haiku is supposed to be deep and meaningful, and mine aren't. At least, not on purpose. Anyway, here they are. I think the third and fourth are my favorites. Enjoy.


Wind blows across fields,
bending flowers in its path
and rustling the grass.


Clouds heavy on the
horizen. Do they bring rain
or only darkness?


Silver orbs enmeshed
in the still night's blue mantle
dripping sliver light.


Plink. A single drop
spreads ripples in the still pool,
changing reflections.


Can you feel his joy
in fresh spring days as the horse
gallops with the breeze?
 
I liked the Cloud one the best. I really, really liked it. I also liked the rest, and the waterdrop one especially seems like a haiku that would appear in a book.
 
Written in an Airplane

The power of engines underfoot,
The rumble of them in the air,
The sight of a wing out my window,
Clouds far below us not rare.

Yet turbulence rocks this creation
Of which mankind is so proud;
A reminder that earth's best talents
Are by the Creator endowed.
 
Zella, I have not gone flying since the federal government decided that airline passengers have to lay out their internal organs on a table to be allowed to fly; but your airplane poem brought me pleasant memories of past flights when I had a window seat.

As for haiku: a haiku DOES NOT have to be the equal of ten postgraduate-level philosophical textbooks, provided it succeeds in capturing a moment, a scene or a mood of some kind. Your haiku succeeded. Here are a couple of haiku I've written; they don't answer any cosmic mysteries, but I like them....

Drowsy-looking eyes
Do not meet mine; if they did,
We might see new things.

My pre-Navy life:
A racehorse hitched to a plow,
Then blamed for poor crops.
 
Zella said:
Written in an Airplane

The power of engines underfoot,
The rumble of them in the air,
The sight of a wing out my window,
Clouds far below us not rare.

Yet turbulence rocks this creation
Of which mankind is so proud;
A reminder that earth's best talents
Are by the Creator endowed.
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Nice! :D I've never been on an airplane, but I'm sure that I'd like it. (At least, once the security checks were over and I was in the air. :rolleyes:)
 
Copperfox said:
Zella, I have not gone flying since the federal government decided that airline passengers have to lay out their internal organs on a table to be allowed to fly; but your airplane poem brought me pleasant memories of past flights when I had a window seat.
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MissReepicheep said:
Nice! :D I've never been on an airplane, but I'm sure that I'd like it. (At least, once the security checks were over and I was in the air. :rolleyes:)
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Yeah, security's a pain, but I love watching the world go by from a plane, and I'm not going to give that up just because of some extra hassle. Cost limits my flying much more.:p
 
Not exactly poetry, but my friend and I wrote this for skit night at church camp. It went over very well. By the time we were three quarters of the way through, the audience was singing along.:D It's to the tune of the 12 Days of Christmas. I'll just give you the last verse since I don't feel like typing that much.:p

Oh, the twelfth thing at [church camp] that you should never do
Is plan your excuses,
Attempt to bribe the staff,
Drink 10 Mountain Dews,
Desert the teenage staff,
Forget about the campfire,
Try to dunk the lifeguard,
Get lost on a hike,
Kill your cabin mates,
Knock over your Kool-aid,
Drop a pre-camper,
Sing about the staff,
Or wake your counselors to squish a bug.
 
Zella said:
Not exactly poetry, but my friend and I wrote this for skit night at church camp. It went over very well. By the time we were three quarters of the way through, the audience was singing along.:D It's to the tune of the 12 Days of Christmas. I'll just give you the last verse since I don't feel like typing that much.:p

Oh, the twelfth thing at [church camp] that you should never do
Is plan your excuses,
Attempt to bribe the staff,
Drink 10 Mountain Dews,
Desert the teenage staff,
Forget about the campfire,
Try to dunk the lifeguard,
Get lost on a hike,
Kill your cabin mates,
Knock over your Kool-aid,
Drop a pre-camper,
Sing about the staff,
Or wake your counselors to squish a bug.
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:D :D All very true.
 
(Not based on my experiences, unfortunately.;))

Grown-up Love

When we were children we played by the stream,
We sang and we laughed 'till our mothers called us home.
I loved you then will all my childish passion.
You looked solemn when I told you, gave me a kiss light as foam.

When we were older we played thus no longer,
But we talked and we danced every chance that we had.
I loved you then with all a young girl's desires,
But you scoffed when I told you, oh fickle-hearted lad!

I offer you now not the love of a child
Nor the love of a girl, pure though they be,
But the love of a woman who's never loved another:
Changeless, unending, a heart that's not free.

This time when I tell you, will you laugh and be merry?
Will you weep when you know that my heart you must break?
Or will you look solemn, as you did when a child,
And whisper your own love and kiss away this ache?
 
What an eloquent expression of the natural and normal desire and hope that God plants within women! Both JRR Tolkien and Jane Austen stand in your corner for this.
 
Copperfox said:
What an eloquent expression of the natural and normal desire and hope that God plants within women! Both JRR Tolkien and Jane Austen stand in your corner for this.
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I agree! That was lovely, Zella! It was very well-expressed, and one of your very best poems.
 
Circle of Firsts

First breath. First steps.
First time to ride a bike.
First school. First friend.
First sleepover - up all night.
First essay. First F.
First time to care about GPA.
First date. First break.
First graduation day.
First college. First year.
First day - everything is new.
First love. First kiss.
First - and last, you pray - I do.
First apartment. First fight.
First anniversary you celebrate.
First child. First birth.
First scream you anticipate.
First breath. First steps.
First time to ride a bike....
 
Zella said:
Circle of Firsts

First breath. First steps.
First time to ride a bike.
First school. First friend.
First sleepover - up all night.
First essay. First F.
First time to care about GPA.
First date. First break.
First graduation day.
First college. First year.
First day - everything is new.
First love. First kiss.
First - and last, you pray - I do.
First apartment. First fight.
First anniversary you celebrate.
First child. First birth.
First scream you anticipate.
First breath. First steps.
First time to ride a bike....
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:D :D That's great, I love it.
 
Ooh, I really like that! I rarely like poetry that doesn't rhyme, but that one flows well enough that it doesn't matter. :D Good job!
 
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