Quiet Nights?
Frankly, I am a bit too tired to write much about the poems in today’s post. Last night (I am writing this Sunday afternoon) involved a call for the fire department to help with a burst hot water heater and electrical sparks. All is safe now and mostly dry, though by no means resolved as I am still waiting to hear from a plumber. Meantime, most of the household electricity is shut off.
Oddly enough, the wide-awake hours that followed saw me complete the second poem (which had been unfinished since the middle of last week). And I composed the tiny haiku while walking a restless dog outside sometime between four and five in the morning.
My idea of writing a rhymed rendition of our lively night will probably not occur, however, as I’m just too tired to do it justice!
At any rate, our disaster does seem to have shaken me at last out of a case of writer’s block which had been nagging me for the past two weeks. I do apologize for missing last Monday’s post. Here I am back again!
Entry of a Storm
Wind rising;
The dog asks me to check
While clash of a loose fence panel bangs
Against wood, then quiet.
Rain falls here.
Night Whisper
I shall whisper to the night,
Stars are gentle like the white
Wings of butterflies in flight.
Soft the evening fell and still;
Night came after up the hill,
Bringing stars to fly until
Sky is full; its gardens far
Glitter with their lights, which are
A thousand thousand, each a star.
Watch the thousand wings and say,
Gentle stars, please soar and stray
Till tomorrow turns today.
Strange symmetry of
the Bear and sickle moon, shot
through with falling star