Greta, you will probably appreciate the poetry by George Wright who writes as he thinks. He's a blast of raw emotions in this cynical world. I always enjoy his energy and enthusiasm. Have a look at some of his postings in the Poetry Section, if you haven't looked already?
Byron 'sends his regards.'
Haiku Corner.
Susanne, I like the travelling companions rooted to the earth.- Roses. That which is fixed is travelling. This is the essence of haiku! (for me). The paradox in nature that is a truth.
Regards, Witty Owl.
Regards, Witty Owl.
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Owl~
Puzzled by the apparent anger in your comments, directed at whom for what? Perceived 'irreverence' for your chosen/preferred form/subject of Haiku? Truth was never found in the realms of dogma. The only 'disrupt' seems to be your gratuitous snipes (now for the second time). Self-portrait then is it?
~Makera
Puzzled by the apparent anger in your comments, directed at whom for what? Perceived 'irreverence' for your chosen/preferred form/subject of Haiku? Truth was never found in the realms of dogma. The only 'disrupt' seems to be your gratuitous snipes (now for the second time). Self-portrait then is it?
~Makera
How easily can one's expression or intent be misinterpreted. Perhaps I should have posted the Haiku separate from my reply to the writing by Susanne. The remark in the verse is not directed at anyone or anything to do with this forum. (but if the cap fits?----) It is to do with the frustration of trying to teach in a State High School in Australia where a high proportion of the teenagers in the classroom environment choose to use the situation as an opportunity for antisocial behaviour that is not in the best interests of the group. That is all. Regards, Witty Owl.
Owl~
Please forgive me if I misunderstood your intent. I trust you can understand why it seemed directed at something on this forum. In a previous post here you had made a cryptic comment to George about "dickheads". As it was after I had praised one of your beautiful poems, I hardly thought it was directed at me.
Sorry about the frustrations of controlling adolescents, ain't it fun?
Have a good one,
~Makera
Please forgive me if I misunderstood your intent. I trust you can understand why it seemed directed at something on this forum. In a previous post here you had made a cryptic comment to George about "dickheads". As it was after I had praised one of your beautiful poems, I hardly thought it was directed at me.
Sorry about the frustrations of controlling adolescents, ain't it fun?
Have a good one,
~Makera
Peaceful image, Taigaku. The Haiku moon.
Not in specifics, but in structure, it reminds me of the unique sky I saw tonite. Layers of ominous clouds with high-reaching pinnacles, differing shades of grey and black in wholly separate shapes and patterns; behind and through them, creating an inner area, peach and pink softness; and in the "center" of it all, an amazingly clear and bright-blue sky, almost turquoise, with a wisp of greyish-white dividing it into two, unequal sections. The sun was setting, yet the sky was so stormy all around that you couldn't actually see it. I knew I was in probably a futile race against time, but I still tried to make it home to get my camera. As I turned onto my road near my house, it had all but disappeared into twilight. A lesson there about keeping your camera with you, for times such as these.
~ Elizabeth
Not in specifics, but in structure, it reminds me of the unique sky I saw tonite. Layers of ominous clouds with high-reaching pinnacles, differing shades of grey and black in wholly separate shapes and patterns; behind and through them, creating an inner area, peach and pink softness; and in the "center" of it all, an amazingly clear and bright-blue sky, almost turquoise, with a wisp of greyish-white dividing it into two, unequal sections. The sun was setting, yet the sky was so stormy all around that you couldn't actually see it. I knew I was in probably a futile race against time, but I still tried to make it home to get my camera. As I turned onto my road near my house, it had all but disappeared into twilight. A lesson there about keeping your camera with you, for times such as these.
~ Elizabeth