Terrible Beauty [Haiku]
Perfect sunny days
do menace with their beauty;
do I dare feel joy?
the night. I stand
in glorious velvet darkness, laughing
with the stars.
A filled notebook
is like a finished summer;
full of memories, ideas,
but that luxurious freedom
of plus possibility
is gone, like a reigned-in tide,
to every extent. Gone
is the room
for expression, you think
not of the done, but the un-done,
because you dwell on what you wish
that you’d done,
wish that could have been,
might have been, lamenting limitless
free imagination first perception
wonderful, fantastic, pioneer
in paper prairie; what wonders
will we behold? But no, we know
all wonders are charted
on every map;
discovery is gone,
leaving only memories….
Where’s spring gone? What’s happened
to the sun-frolic warm-air sweet-green-sugar temperatures, sweet
nectar of that cool-warm smell? Soft smell,
thick perfume that isn’t at all
that doesn’t make you sneeze
except if you’re allergic to it. If you are,
there’s nothing I can do
about that. What happened
to the spring peepers, the
clamor of birds and robins
ranging wild and free across the lawn? Where
are the rabbits and bugs
and bulbs? Where went those rains,
dewdrop cold sunshine and crisp life anew,
have those gone? When did it all
turn to bitter snow, race through summer
and slam back into winter? Did we backtrack?
Was all the spring a dream, all the warmth
every sound a hallucination;
could we have been wanting spring so
that we should deceive ourselves
with its arrival? Where did all this
1.75 inches of snow come from? Icing
on the cake of winter’s cruelty. Winter,
are you a poor loser, can’t you
let the world go, can’t you tell
you’ve lost? Go home!
I don’t even know
what’s going on anymore,
it seems to be
Whew! What a lot of poetry! Lots of catching up…and we’re already halfway through April! Yikes! Quite interesting, though, how each of those poems range from a short haiku to a long, long free-verse poem (I didn’t arrange it that way, I swear!). The first haiku was written on a gorgeous spring day, when it must have been about 75 degrees outside. Of course, that was when I was walking through a cemetery, so it seemed a little malicious and deceptive. Perfection is a little scary–for example, the calm before the storm, days when the worst thing happens, deception, Venus fly traps, serial killers, creating a false sense of security…. That’s why it terrifies me when a trip is going smoothly; it means that something bad is going to happen.
Then you lose your ticket and everything is terrible.
Moving on to my last poem–which, obviously, is about the weather. Winter just. Won’t. End. There we were two days ago, with perfect, 70-degree weather and 50-degree nights, full of lovely springtime things, when–bam! It rains, the temperature plunges, and it snows almost two inches overnight. Now it’s 25 degrees outside, and the forecast doesn’t show it warming up too much for a while. It’s a pity, because with the warm, clear nights I was really looking forward to hauling out my telescope and seeing Mars at its brightest along with the lunar eclipse. But noooooooo, I didn’t take my telescope out the instant I could, the weather didn’t comply, and now it’s way too cold outside to even think of stargazing. (Have you even tried to maneuver a metal telescope when it’s freezing outside? I can tell you, it’s very, very cold.)
Back to NaPoWriMo, though. As a prompt, since I’m sure you’ve had enough writing about weather, I challenge you with a prompt from the NaPoWriMo website: Write a poem in which all lines are lies. Haiku, sonnet, lune, limerick, free-verse, prose–whatever form you wish, however long you want. The given recommendation is ten lines, but I’m sure if I did that I’d end up with longer. These lies could be about cake (Yes, I did. The cake is a lie!), anything edible, anything tangible, anything abstract, or anything at all that you can come up with. Have fun with it!