Saturday, September 14, 2013

Haiku About Ireland

When we were in Ireland I put my novel on hold, but I took a small notebook with me to hopefully capture some of the beauty in words. I wrote about 150 haiku on the trip. I post my favorites here with the exception of a few I have set aside for submission. Many others will be featured on my haiku blog: Four Leaves Haiku in the upcoming months. 











shamrock on the plane
headed in
the right direction
















the old library 
too many books
for one lifetime
















other tourists
my comrades
with cameras

















cathedral arches
whispers turn
to echoes
















stained glass windows
ancient faces
with light shone through 











driving on the left 
grazing sheep 
on the right

















a chill 
in the air
august in galway 













rainbow
reminds me
how lucky i am

















church ruin
the ghosts
of all who prayed here



















irish dancers
spirit in 
their toes




















same language
different accents
miscommunication










ice cream
in the rain
sweet afternoon



















bed and breakfast
good bed
better breakfast

















the ring of kerry
namesake
mountains


















where the 
mountains meet
...waterfall 


















jaunting car
a horse named
jesse james


















elephant rock
grazing
near the water












tattoo
a permanent 
souvenir
















morning coffee
brown sugar
a splash of cream


















flight attendants
the final 
irish accents 











"Travel is more than the seeing the sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living." - Miriam Beard 

Friday, September 13, 2013

Published in bottle rockets press

This post is long overdue, but I had four haiku published in the most recent volume of bottle rockets press. Two I wrote a long time ago back in college and two are more recent. 

writing only
sad poems today
pms

another late night
food dehydrator
infomercials 

painting outside          sun stroke

back yard
sun cuts
across the grass

"And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves..." - F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby