Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Summer Haiku
By Don Iannone

1
tiny butterfly
...floating in perfectly thin air
......making my heart jump

2
cherry blossoms open
...a new tomorrow is born
......blessing every moment

3
woodpecker alone
...drumming a new awakening
......suddenly I'm free
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22 comments:

Margie said...

Stunning and beautiful.
So very peaceful.
I love to come here and be
amazed by the beauty of your poetry.
Thank you!

8:08 AM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Samuru99...thank you for the kind words. Words spoken through me...that is the best way to see them, and words spoken through all of us...

9:26 AM
Dan said...

As always, Ahhhhh.....!!!!

10:26 AM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Travis,

Thanks for the insights and guidance. I will work on the haiku. It's not my usual formless form. I don't always hold to the 5-7-5 form of haiku. I'm afraid I've westernized haiku. In a strict sense you're right about the form and content.

10:41 AM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Thanks Dan, Hope you're well.

10:41 AM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Sure thing Travis. Advice from others always welcome here.

You will have to tell me about your time in East Asia. Seems it's influenced you deeply...

Blessings!

11:09 AM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Gangadhar...Just visited your blog. And thank you for fostering connectivity among so many souls worldwide, Namaste.

11:33 AM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Travis...wonderful! Just the thing. I hope you have a wonderful time and will await the poetry that arises while you're there. Thanks for sharing.

11:53 AM
Dusty said...

You must have a better view from out your window. I have interstate out mine. So here goes.

Concrete hums faster
Rusty metal blurred curves go by
Get up join the race

1:54 PM
Stacey said...

I love the images your words convey. I can see the cherry blossoms so vividly in my mind.

2:32 PM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Hey Stacey...good to have you back. Thanks. If I could paint, maybe I wouldn't write...

2:48 PM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Hey Stacey...good to have you back. Thanks. If I could paint, maybe I wouldn't write...

2:48 PM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Hey Frida...Thanks. Nice imagery. Keep writing...And may you see more than concrete and metal in your day.

2:49 PM
Romeo Morningwood said...

What a sweet, kind, man you are Don.
If somebody told me how to write or right my posts I'd tell them to take a haiku!
Never realised that even the simple joy of writing poetry can be micro-managed to within an angstrom of acceptable authenticity.
My word!

12:52 AM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Thanks Kai.

Thanks Homo Escapeons. Not to worry. I'm always open to suggestions. Poetry is a joy. There are forms that one can follow. Haiku is a relatively new one for me. I'm not rigid about form because our true natue as human beings is "formless." We are process and flow and shared consciousness. We are one.

3:33 AM
Dusty said...

Don,

I love the pulse of the city. It is crowded, noisy like a lullaby sung off key. It moves with vibrancy, electric as the neon. It appeals to the affection I have for extremes. A solitary tree against steel or the rush traffic as I sit placid sipping my coffee.
Sleek, shining like destruction. Pocket revolutionaries wanting to save the trees while they pass out paper fliers that are tossed on the ground.

Your fortress of solitude has such an awesome beauty but so does my concrete jungle.

4:14 AM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Beautifully said Frida. There is beauty and wonder and so much more in the city.

Go to my economics journal and see the posts in the last week about cities. Images and poems about cities:

www.don-iannone.com/edfutures

Thanks for stopping by.

4:19 AM
Dusty said...

Do you sleep?

4:19 AM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Frida...I do, and you? LOL

4:22 AM
Dusty said...

Not much usually. About four hours.
It looks like we are the only ones awake so keep your voice down. Haha

4:25 AM
Anil P said...

Summers are like that. To feel the sun on your back is to feel pally with the shine of a new promise that only a summer can deliver.

11:57 AM
Anonymous said...

anil

thank you. so right.

don

4:50 PM

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