“The Road Not Taken”

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

 

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

 

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

 

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

~Robert Frost

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“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

 

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

 

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

 

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

~Robert Frost

a bit more Haiku…

A fine haiku presents a crystalline moment of heightened awareness in simple imagery, traditionally using a kigo or season word from nature.

~Patricia Donegan, author of haiku mind. 

 

I love the world of hope that the simple ellipse brings to the poem below. Though the world is full of tears, there is that “yet,” that signifies some kind of light at the end of the tunnel…

     this world of dew

is yes, a world of dew

and yet…

~Issa

 

This one is one of my favorite haikus. I imagine a war-torn (what a dramaticly descriptive word: “war-torn”) land – dark and dreary – with a curtain of rain falling; pitted with craters and destruction. Night falls, and the skies clear, and suddenly a pool of stars is reflected in the craters, speaking of an expanse much bigger than any trouble on earth.

     after the rain

bomb craters filled

with stars

~John Brandi

 

This one speaks for itself.

     clear stars

in the cold night

after the planes’ roar

~Hideno Ishibashi

 

Here, one can see the seasons passing by; the bigger picture of time passing by, and no matter how we may try or want to try to keep it with us, it will escape our grasp…

     i catch

the maple leaf     then let

it go

~John Wills

 

The intensity of the moment when there is only you and the other, and your eyes follow the delicate petal down to the table, but you catch the gaze of the person sitting across from you. Love.

a petal falls

you

across the table

~Steve Sanfield

 

Haiku………I wish I could define it.

a bit of Haiku

      autumn evening-

there’s joy also

in loneliness

~Buson

     midfield,

attached to nothing,

the skylark singing

~Basho

     this world of dew

is yes, a world of dew

and yet…

~Issa

My favorite part about Haiku: no punctuation rules! At all!

My least favorite part about Haiku: infusing 3 consice lines with a depth of emotion, visualization, and some elusive essence of art that only a master poet can capture with words…and only a grand (Japanese) master can wrap up neatly in a Haiku.

Oh, syllables…

     haikus are easy

but sometimes they don’t make sense

refrigerator

~Anonymous genius

“…Not all those who wander are lost…”

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost…”

~J.R.R. Tolkien; The Fellowship of the Ring

…in passing…

When I get published, my work will be written under my first two initials and last, full name – I mean, it worked for J.R.R. Tolkien; C.S. Lewis; L.M. Montgomery… I’m not saying (by any means) that I’m at their standard of art, but hey, one can dream…!

from “I Dream the Book of Jonah”

by Marilyn Nelson

 

Now his fingers found the melody

 

Well, I goes out in the desert

and I sits in the sun.

 

Hot enough to fry lizards!

 

Then somethin shoots out the sand

right beside me, like a geyser,

tall as a tree.

 

It was a tree.

I was catchin my breath and feelin the place in my neck

where the pulse is

when God’s voice says,

RELAX. ENJOY.

So I sit in the shade.

 

That night I dream about tellin my friends

how God made me a miracle

in Ninevah.

I wake up with a splittin headache,

layin right out in the sun,

The tree’s just a handful of ashes.

 

I jumps to my feet,

Hey, that was a wonderful tree!

I yells, talkin to heaven

and kickin the sand.

Who do you think you are?

 

Then a voice booms so close to me

it could a been inside my head.

WHO DO YOU THINK I AM? it says,

I MADE THE TREE, AND NINEVAH,

AND YOU.

WHO THE HELL YOU THINK

YOU TALKIN TO?

 

…oh, Jonah!