My Favorite Haiku from Long, Long Ago

Some of you may remember when the Haiku of the Day was a part of this blog.  That era has fizzled out, but I’ve compiled here some of my favorites.  They’re not necessarily the best or purist haiku, but the images they conjure and their personal meanings for me make them special.  I hope you enjoy revisiting these as much as I do 🙂

(3/25)   Whispers in the wind

Tales of the past spinning about

Etched in the leaves


(3/22)   Unable to reach out

Taking a plunge from the sky

Nest crashes down


(3/12)   Like lightning in the air

Galloping against the wind

Run forever


(2/7)   Lonely atmosphere

Asleep for the afternoon

Buzzing quietly


(1/9)   Wading through the thorns

Refuse to release their hold

Prickly old friends


(1/3)   Away away now

Warmth disappears in colors of fire



(12/30)   A willow tree

Mourns the loss of her greenery

Beauty dead and gone

As I scrolled through the extensive collection of poems that I accumulated over the months, I noticed some key points.  Most of them relate somehow to nature, like traditional haiku.  I remember some days struggling to come up with some new element of nature I hadn’t used yet…some of the haiku were rough, to say the least.  However, they got significantly better through time.  Even though I don’t do HOD anymore, I’m pleased to say that it helped my grow as a writer and poet.  To those who supported me while I was doing this, thank you so much!  I really appreciate it.  These days I keep moving forward with new plans, but who knows?  Maybe I’ll revisit HOD for a time in the future!

Intro to my San Diego Experience

Last summer my family and I vacationed in San Diego, California.  We live in Maine, so the beach is nothing new, but the west coast atmosphere was so much different.  For example, we don’t have signs that designate areas for surfing and swimming.  Some people surf in Maine, but it’s not nearly as popular as it is in California!  (If you swim in the winter you’re insane…)

I took SO MANY pictures on our trip!  I’m going to post some of my favorites here semi-regularly (does that sounds nice?).  I think I managed to capture the attitude of the city and its people: relaxed, cool, urban, cultured, and innovative.  I was blown away; I can say with confidence that it is my absolute favorite city.  Sorry, Portland 😉

Why I Love Allegories

Allegory |ˈaləˌgôrē|
noun ( pl. -ries)
a story, poem, or picture that can be interpreted to reveal a hidden meaning, typically a moral or political one.

Out of all the forms of writing I’ve come to appreciate, my absolute favorite is the allegorical novel/novella. I particularly enjoy pessimistic ones, which might possibly be reason for concern, but I guess I’m one of those people that likes to get freaked out. I love it when everything finally “clicks.” I’ll have finished reading an amazing book, and I’ll suddenly realize, “Hey! The author is telling me that people are generally bad and not even society’s conditioning can change it!” or, “Remind me again why I trust politicians?” or even, “I need to reassess my life because I’ve obviously been living in the dark all this time.” Knowing that you figured out the author’s hidden message feels so awesome!
I actually believe that almost every story is an allegory in some way. It may not be obvious or even significant, but somehow it is. As human beings, even our wildest imaginings are inspired by real things or concepts, so it is impossible to write a fictitious work without any trace of real-world inspiration or personal meaning. That’s how I see it, anyway.
I think the main reason allegories appeal to me so much is that many of them act as prophecies or warnings of possible futures. As I once remarked in an English paper, “we are living in the sequel.” The author of the allegory is almost challenging us to do better than his/her characters did, to prove them wrong…
Cool, right?