WHAT IS POETRY?
The smell of ink is intoxicating to me--others may have wine, but I have poetry. --Terri Guillemets
It is finding the truth, no need to lie.
It's munching on watermelon and letting seeds fly.
It's a letter that comes with a card in the mail.
It's the lacy silver threads left by a garden snail.
It's daffodil trumpets covering the hill.
It's a deer at the creek, drinking her fill.
It's giggling and laughing and being absurd.
It's reading a haiku and feeling each word.
It's a dragon who blows flames, loud and hardy.
It's fairies in the garden having a tea party.
It's the sound of a truck shifting its gears.
It's the feel of two soft puppy ears.
It's a bright sun rise and glowing moon shine.
It's a Carolina wren singing in a Lob-lolly pine.
Happy Thursday. My children's poetry critique group meets today and I'm anxious to see what suggestions they have for the piece I submitted. I feel so fortunate to have a group of friends who look at my poetry and offer suggestions for making it better.
For your challenge today, can you write a haiku?
women having tea
being noisy, talk, gossip
create new kanji
When I was in Japan, I learned the symbol for a woman. It looked like a triangle. Then I was shown another symbol for the word gossip. I was told it was fairly modern. The symbol was three triangles, or what happens when you get three women together. The name for the symbol alphabet used in Japan is kanji.
Have fun writing.