I've decided February is Poetry Month on the ryanctittle.com blog. Seems an appropriate month. It brings out romance for some, sadness for others, and it's still cold enough to sit in one's home and dream, much like the process of writing poetry, at least for me.
For those who are aficionados, you might not like my poems. I don't have the grace or beauty of the greats. I use, as my poetic model, Raymond Carver. Best known for his short stories, Carver's poetry is a marvel, distilling even further his ideas, emotions, and reflections on life that made his stories so beloved. But, they were also earthy and bereft of too much heady stuff. I like that. That's my model.
A note about the haiku. Haiku are traditionally about nature. My haiku are about human nature.
For week one, three poems for Madeline. Bon voyage!
Daylight and Damask
the sun rose rising sun
Damask rose dew drops
time to go leave she must
wish I might cannot speak
interrupted rip in fabric
the cheek blush painful tears
rather remember wild laughter
your hand to your mouth
and simultaneously
stopping mine
for the best the old fool
time to go Damask rose
she rows he goes
blood on the dew rain rushing
nothing to say rose and rose
ocean to cross rows and rows
never let go wild laughter
be open anew
for worlds unto you
not mine
I wanted to play in irony
And disguise my intent
(so it would make you laugh)
(your hand to your mouth)
No, sincerity’s in order
You brought me recognition
That I still had a soul
And I need nothing more
Than your apricot shoulders.
(I keep giving
so freely of myself
to those
who do not care
who are not there)
A Haiku
In two minutes’ time,
Your world can come crashing down
Must let her go now
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