I still remember a poem I memorized as a child, "April, April, Laugh your girlish laugher, then the moment after, weep your girlish tears." That was then in the old mysoginist days, this is now in the liberated present.
I like your poem better, especially the part about the inquisitive beak. We have a few of those around here, including one tearing up my shirt as I write, because he wants my undivided attention. Dianne
OH Friko these are really good. I am reading a book on Basho and his Hokku, with commentaries. These seem so simple, but I am sure they are quite difficult to write. When they read with so much imagery they seem easy…that is an art.
not so bad really - don't be too modest I enjoyed the sequence. Thanks for visiting my blog and leaving your generous comments. I actually don't think of myself as much of a poet am always frustrated that people look at the quick shot pieces but fail to read the essays and short stories that I am more interested in getting feedback on. It is nearly bed time here but I will be back and look at more of your stuff soon.
Been catching up with you Friko. Read with interest your post about your class experience. I have been through some of that. My opinion is anyone who does not blog or want to try are jealous that they do not know or have the skill to do it. Sounds like sour grapes to me. I love your writing and I bet you could out write her any day. Blessings QMM
I came back, as promised. You were right, your prose is exceptionally fine (as are your photographs); you were wrong, your poetry is equally fine. I particularly enjoyed your La Gioconda expression: clever, insightful, original, and true ...
I am jeaous of your meted out sunshine and generous dollops of wet, to say nothing of the whispering hills of myths and memory. I once was a neighbour to the north (in Cheshire), now surrounded by broken rock, dust and lifeless rubbish.
Dein Gedicht ist einfach wunderschön und wie kann man daher anders als sprachlos sein, oder still sein und die melodischen, Frieden spendenden Worte einfach geniessen...
You have unspoken colors except for yellow. Interesting! Not to criticize- just asking- I guess I really like 'open leads'- for instance:yellow beak searching (rather than stabbing) although maybe you did that (more) for sound and meter ? My magpie annoyed me for lack of any color(s)! Thanks for visiting!
how touching are your words Friko. I sit on my back porch and watch the little yellow beaks and the mating season rituals of the ducks living on our lake and I am opened up to the magic of creation.
Friko~ Absolutely beautiful and perfect haiku! Spring, nature, cherry blossoms in remembrance of the disasters befallen Japan. You should link it to "haiku my heart" on Friday. (Haiku Friday). Just go to http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/haiku/ and enter your name and blogsite where Mr. Linky indicates. (Make sure it's the current one, Friday, April 8, 2011.)
So soothing - makes me want to relax and watch all the activity in my backyard - the squirrels and birds are very active and are driving my house cats crazy. I enjoyed your "real" haiku's. I did a TON of them (all rule-breakers) before I really understood them. When I give them a whirl again, I will have to come back here and search your labels and study them. :)
I'm always in two minds about haiku. But these three work together quite well and make an enjoyable Spring poem.
Thank you for visiting my blog recently. Do I have a sadistic streak? I don't know . . but when I sat in a Writer's Group, I remember the class head saying "If you aren't prepared to write about things which you personally find unpleasant, forget about being a writer."
I still remember a poem I memorized as a child, "April, April, Laugh your girlish laugher, then the moment after, weep your girlish tears." That was then in the old mysoginist days, this is now in the liberated present.
ReplyDeleteI like your poem better, especially the part about the inquisitive beak. We have a few of those around here, including one tearing up my shirt as I write, because he wants my undivided attention. Dianne
OH Friko these are really good. I am reading a book on Basho and his Hokku, with commentaries. These seem so simple, but I am sure they are quite difficult to write. When they read with so much imagery they seem easy…that is an art.
ReplyDeleteNice work - I like your style.
ReplyDeleteAs for Rose she knows us lads well.
lovely little verses...tis the month to get wet, feeding the flowers and all..
ReplyDeletenot so bad really - don't be too modest I enjoyed the sequence.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting my blog and leaving your generous comments. I actually don't think of myself as much of a poet am always frustrated that people look at the quick shot pieces but fail to read the essays and short stories that I am more interested in getting feedback on. It is nearly bed time here but I will be back and look at more of your stuff soon.
Your poem is so refreshing in its' straightforward reflection of spring and its gift of yearly renewal, which we take so much for granted.
ReplyDeleteI love the little yellow beaks. We have the fattest robin red breast here in Springfield. They are just gorgeous! Great poem I really enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteAnd it's spring, finally...nice piece...and the first line just rocks.
ReplyDeleteEvocative, fresh, spring-like.
ReplyDeleteall the small details are so very large in our experiencing. thankyou for your lovely little writing. steven
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful work. I feel that I work has a similar vibes; perhaps it is that we both long for spring!?
ReplyDeleteSpring....beautifully expressed...refreshing just to read. vb
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely poem. I am so ready for spring!
ReplyDeleteBeen catching up with you Friko. Read with interest your post about your class experience. I have been through some of that. My opinion is anyone who does not blog or want to try are jealous that they do not know or have the skill to do it. Sounds like sour grapes to me. I love your writing and I bet you could out write her any day. Blessings
ReplyDeleteQMM
Lovely haiku!
ReplyDeleteA fine poem. And do keep blogging. Don't let the country witch discourage you. She's probably jealous.
ReplyDeleteYour words feel like spring. Wonderful! Glad you've left the writing class -
ReplyDeleteI came back, as promised. You were right, your prose is exceptionally fine (as are your photographs); you were wrong, your poetry is equally fine. I particularly enjoyed your La Gioconda expression: clever, insightful, original, and true ...
ReplyDeleteI am jeaous of your meted out sunshine and generous dollops of wet, to say nothing of the whispering hills of myths and memory. I once was a neighbour to the north (in Cheshire), now surrounded by broken rock, dust and lifeless rubbish.
Dein Gedicht ist einfach wunderschön und wie kann man daher anders als sprachlos sein, oder still sein und die melodischen, Frieden spendenden Worte einfach geniessen...
ReplyDeleteDir einen friedlichen sonnigen Tag, liebe Friko!
Renée
Life and hope reborn. That's was spring means to me - and to everyone else most likely.
ReplyDeleteOh I like that cherry blossom silencing blackbird.
ReplyDeleteYou have unspoken colors except for yellow.
ReplyDeleteInteresting!
Not to criticize- just asking-
I guess I really like 'open leads'-
for instance:yellow beak searching
(rather than stabbing) although maybe you did that (more) for sound and meter ?
My magpie annoyed me for lack of any color(s)!
Thanks for visiting!
very beautiful ... hope and life in plenty :)
ReplyDeleteLovely thoughts of spring and regeneration.
ReplyDeletehow touching are your words Friko. I sit on my back porch and watch the little yellow beaks and the mating season rituals of the ducks living on our lake and I am opened up to the magic of creation.
ReplyDeleteSolid, sweet, necessary stuff.
ReplyDeleteFriko~ Absolutely beautiful and perfect haiku! Spring, nature, cherry blossoms in remembrance of the disasters befallen Japan. You should link it to "haiku my heart" on Friday. (Haiku Friday). Just go to http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/haiku/ and enter your name and blogsite where Mr. Linky indicates. (Make sure it's the current one, Friday, April 8, 2011.)
ReplyDeleteso beautiful Friko
ReplyDeleteand I'm so glad the season is turning :)
So soothing - makes me want to relax and watch all the activity in my backyard - the squirrels and birds are very active and are driving my house cats crazy. I enjoyed your "real" haiku's. I did a TON of them (all rule-breakers) before I really understood them. When I give them a whirl again, I will have to come back here and search your labels and study them. :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful words, wonderful spring - the rebirth of life!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Thanks for these three Springing verses in haiku form.
ReplyDeleteI'm always in two minds about haiku. But these three work together quite well and make an enjoyable Spring poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting my blog recently. Do I have a sadistic streak? I don't know . . but when I sat in a Writer's Group, I remember the class head saying "If you aren't prepared to write about things which you personally find unpleasant, forget about being a writer."
So much that is so easily taken for granted... nicely shared reminders, beautiful poetry!
ReplyDeleteRemember the song April Showers?.. A promise of good things to come.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful description of the advent of Spring
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