One of the main reasons why I started this “blog”-(I am not a fan of the word ‘blog’) was to help my mind declutter and crack through a writer’s wall that has been plaguing me for months and months. And so with the help of my photography, my dear friends in my writer’s group-who by the way are going through the same thing-and wanting to get my momentum back, a suggestion to write haiku poems came my way. I snuffed at the thought at first…mainly because I have taught haiku to my students for many years. Teaching haiku, counting beats and trying to take words to make them into poems in this way reminds me of the required poetry books that teachers make kids to with 10 different kinds of poems. I have seen this over and over again as students dread writing, dread poetry and even more so dread getting it all done. Recently one October afternoon three of us sat a Panera Bread with tablets and pens, computer and mouse and drinks. We mulled over how do we write again ideas, fears of not writing again, along with just try something ideas. I pulled up my recent photos from a trek to Colorado’s high country of stunning aspen gold surrounded by brilliant sunshine and that Rocky Mountain High blue. I wrote 4 long descriptive sentences in which I was trying to say too much. I cut out use less words and it was looking hopeful. Doris suggested why don’t I write a haiku and I groaned based upon those reasons I talked about above. What I came up with is not great, but not bad either…I love new beginnings….
Crisp sunlight paints
aspen gold into
cloisters of singing color.
Autumn river rushes
over boulder and wood
towards winter’s death.
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