Haiku Hopscotch

Hey world, Spring is finally here!! I was inspired by a cherry tree that was in bloom outside my window, so I wrote a poem to celebrate springs arrival: A cherry tree in early morning. The blossoms’ magenta depths inhale the blue skies, feeling it fill their lungs, and breathe out fragrant sighs, their breath heavy with sweet pollen. The bees too are drawn to these clumps of candy-floss hanging enticingly on the twiggy limbs of the tree. The sun pries her sticky golden fingers into the delicate clusters of fist-like petals, peering into their centres as though there was some secret hidden there. The buds yawn and unfold their pink skirts in the breeze, shaking the nights dew off their soft heads. The sun, fascinated by this transformation, laughs so hard she rolls around the sky, making the clouds frown and back off, scratching their wispy heads and wondering why she is so happy. Spring dances beneath the cherry blossoms, beating her tambourine to a jig of growth, drums of the thrum...

May 2nd 2018 Hey world! The other day a friend of mine got me this book called ' Lyrics from the Chinese' by H. Waddell. It's this really old blue book with wizened, yellowing pages, but within it there is some amazing stuff. This type of poetry is more along the lines of song lyrics than poetry. All of it flows so smoothly, it's incredible to read and experience-when you read it you feel more than read. This is what poetry should do in my opinion- make you feel something deep down. Poetry makes us say what we couldn't or wouldn't say out loud. A quote that really illustrates this for me is not by a poet, but a British-Hungarian physicist called Dennis Gabor- " Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them ." See? you don't have be exclusively a poet to appreciate poetry. Peach blossom after rain Is deeper red; The willow fresher green; Twittering overhead; And fallen petals lie wind-blown Unswept upon the courtyard s...