vast thoughts

Sure I can haiku

I can force vast thoughts into

small spaces. Can you?

Author's Note

in response to the name of a contest. something light.

Reviews

[Donald Meikle]

haiku ties my mind
bondage is not an option
free eyes see further

[Marie Anzalone]

I often agree
preferring the unfettered
to forced brevity

[Moonflower]

I personally, have always enjoyed writing Haiku's, there is something meditative in it. I enjoyed yours. Well done, of course.

[Jack...]

wonderfully penned
in such a filtering flow
you sure can haiku

[Marie Anzalone]

your review it speaks
such agility in form
mirth of life, peeking

[Orlando Murcia]

Lol love it !!!

[Marie Anzalone]

Thanks, Orlando!

[Orlando Murcia]

:-)

[Georgia Gypsy]

I myself was terrified to try haiku for a long time.....this made my day!!!!

[Marie Anzalone]

:-) it can be either very liberating or very restrictive. myslef, I am typically not fond of thought or image fragments strewn across a page and called poetry... to me there has to be some underlying message that is more than the words for it to work...

[Ken Simm.]

Ah but each of these very well chosen words is a microverse in itself.

[Marie Anzalone]

thanks :-)

[Mike Emil]

to answer your haiku: yes, i can no matter how much i drink!

[Marie Anzalone]

that I could believe of you

[VennelaMargame]

There's something wonderfully silly about using a noun as a verb, if it's not overdone. Now try a double dactyl!

[Marie Anzalone]

thanks will ponder that for sure ;-)

[VennelaMargame]

Hockety Pockety
VennelaMargame
Asks for a poem and
Rachy provides.

You finish it.

[VennelaMargame]

P.S. Ever tried actually writing in dactyls? You get new respect for Longfellow and his "Evangeline" after an experience like that...

[Marie Anzalone]

no I have not tried it... and need to get a few more hours sleep before I do :-)
gardening tomorrow with a friend and his family- promises to be exciting.
I will think on the tactileness of dactyls and see what I can draw into being sometime soon. If the results are woth posting... I will. Abrazos.

[Marie Anzalone]

P.S. I have a confession, a dirty little secret. I was an Ebnglish Lit minor in college... but aside from a little in a few courses, I never really formally studied poetry. I am more one to read it, enjoy it, and live it. Someone actually told me that the other day... someone who reads my work in Spanish... that I live and breathe my stanzas, and one can tell that in my writing. It was one of the best compliments I have ever received.

[Marie Anzalone]

wow cannot type in the dark. ENGLISH LIT.

[VennelaMargame]

If I recall, dactylic hexameter was the standard beat for Greek Heroic poetry. The Iliad is like that, "menin aeide, thea, Peleiadeo Achileos...etc, etc." Of course, it works easier in Greek. Ta Ellenika einai mia oraia glossa.

[Tree]

Very clever. Your poetic sensibilities are tested in the confined space of the haiku. And I let my mind wander into that tight space. Well done, Raquelita.

[Marie Anzalone]

there is a line from The Poisonwood Bible, something like, "it is true that I think better than I speak. But that is true for most people, I think." This was small and silly, but I always wonder aboutt he obsession we Americans have for trying to say more with less. Trying to fit life into tight little packages. Life is messy. It is grand and epic. So much always gets lost in translation when we try to force it to be something it is not. My rambling way of saying... on some level, this was meant as satire... but probably lost in translation. I think better than I speak/ write.

[VennelaMargame]

I think it goes both ways. The engineering side of me loves the power of imagination to take the powerful and complicated forces of the universe and manage them in neat little machines. The wacky side of me loves things that are pointlessly complicated just because of the adventure that they undertake in doing some basic function.

[Marie Anzalone]

You know it's funny... I was just mentioning to Diego that he should check out your work, Vennela... literally life 5 minutes ago, and here you are commenting on one of his reviews. And yes I am totally in awe of writers- like him actually- who can fit so much into small spaces. I also appreciate the grand, the imperfect- why I love Bolano and Jordan and Marquez among more modern writers, and apsire to them; but despair when I read Junot Diaz, knowing I can never manage that engineering type precision and economy. I am a terrible economist- it is why I felt the need to study it, to understand how to think opposite of the scientist I am; to put value on the priceless, a price tag on ecology and love. Life itself is pointlessly complicated; if you need a refresher course in that, remind me to tell you offline about my own search for love and the predicaments she has led me to. There is a novel in there somewhere, I am sure. The Universe has a grand sense of comedy and tragedy- and a great writer taps into one or both of them. As I was telling my counterpart in work today, when he was being somewhat fatalisitic, "You realize it is not the destination that counts- it is the adventure getting there, right?" I was actually proud of the fact I could convey that in Spanish and have it understood, I would point out. Finally getting to the point where I don't feel like I bring, "Look at the choo-choo" to a conversation about high speed rail lines. :-)

[VennelaMargame]

Yes, but we must retain a little bit of child-like giddyness over that. Don't you think that I can't stop shoving my volt-meter in every outlet I find, like a kid with a new toy, now that I've got it?

[Marie Anzalone]

ROFL... I ma reminded of a therapist I once had (one who set me up with one of her clients- true stgory), who told me about having to replace a couch in her office because it had a small hole in it. "Human beings, especially men, will see a hole and just HAVE to F***ing stick something in it." HER story reminded me of my friend Pam, who had just set the table for Thanksgiving dinner, when her husband Vern stuck a broom handle in the hole in the plaster above the table... collapsing the entire ceiling on the Thanksgiving meal. Yes.. this man is still alive. Pam has been nominated for sainthood in some parts...

[VennelaMargame]

One time in high school I was shoving my finger in and out through a hole in a table, and my stoner friend Pedro freaked out because he thought I was making my finger disappear.