My words are mountains, surfs and breakers. There are days they hesitate and snake like silver rivulets in spring, at other times they foam, cascading with the force of summer thunderstorms. There are times my words are ice, cloaked and silent under weight of pewter clouds. I metaphor much more than being clear. I like my syllables to climb the scales like notes. My words should singe and sing. My writing is the score for you to feel, to change, to scream. My poetry is yours as much as mine.
even the scarecrow
buttons his moth eaten coat —
a beggar walks by
Toni hosts the haibun Monday today at dVerse, and she wants us to write about why we write the way we do. I love metaphors and have written mine with metaphors. But the reason is that I want you my reader to add to the images with your emotions. Toni also wants us to use kigo (a season word) in the haiku and write it as a snapshot. I used scarecrow which is an autumn kigo. Join us at 9 PM CET.
September 18, 2017