Mind your step
Wondering about the role the things around us play in this issue #142 of your weekly dose of fresh poetry.
Tiny pink flower
hiding in the grass — made to
avoid crushing feet.
Nature can be so incredible. If you look closely at the grass you walk on, you can see tiny flowers. Tiny enough to fit in the profile of the soles of your shoes, or maybe to be used as decoration for your nails. It’s amazing to see how small things exist and have some sort of function in the world. It’s all working together.
Another thought I wanted to share with this poem: as you maybe have guessed, it’s my interpretation of what a haiku can be. I’ve been reading a couple recently from
and also had fun with the Cryptoku from Katie Dozier. A few years ago, I got extremely tired of the people telling me what was and what wasn’t a haiku. And not just telling me, but telling anybody who was writing them. There’s always a reason to discredit the work of others if you are that type of person. It was rather off-putting for me, so I created my own poetic form, the tritriplicata, which I use now most often. My form, my rules, my fun. And yes, if you want to try it, you can. You are free to bend the ‘rules’ I made as well.And then I read Katie’s work. And Jason’s. And it brought back a bit of the fun of writing haiku. And now that I have grown as a poet as well, I really don’t care what people have to say about my haiku writing skills. At least: I don’t care about any negative energy that people love to spread on public platforms under the cloak of anonymity. If that’s your thing, that’s completely fine. Have fun, go ahead.
I’m like that tiny pink flower. I’m doing my thing, avoiding crushing feet.
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Poetry elsewhere
A couple of years ago, just before the summer Olympics were hosted there, we visited Beijing. We spent some days wandering around, and loved roaming the hutongs. So, when I saw the title of this post, I was immediately drawn to it. And that was good fortune, because the two poems in it are both wonderful, but together they also show the development of a poem when a poet is working to capture the inspiration that comes to her or him. Great writing by
. Enjoy Hutong Ash / The Watcher:Violence is not often associated with monks. And when it is, it’s often not good. But in this case,
manages to not only describe it very beautifully but also make it a beautiful thing. And much more. Please enjoy reading The violence of monks…
Water flows where it flows. Like a tiny flower, it has its role to play. And Leon Feasulis captures that very beautifully in his poem Whispering Waters of the Past. You can bid to collect it for a few more days in an exciting auction on the Tezos blockchain.
Lovely post - that sweet haiku; and spreading good energy, the notion that art (should) frees us and beautiful poetry.
PS. Thank you so much for the mention. Always in awe of your generosity, Arjan.
Every poetry form was invented by someone! And, hey, maybe somebody will soon invent a form that becomes as historic as a sonnet.