M/DeSoto, TX I love poetry. It has been a major source of enjoyment and inspiration for me throughout my life. Many of my poems proceed from my journaling - a main window to my muse. My website is https://www.currierpoems.net/ 319 followers / 21.7k words
Gently softly now I float a small wispy whitish cloud unto your ocean
A senryu, like a haiku, is a three-line 17 syllable Japanese poetic form that focuses on human nature, usually consisting of three lines, with syllables as follows: 5, 7, 5.
Every letter I type is a drop of me eyes so full of life they drop a tear and in that bead that pearl rolling down my cheek is sadness, joy, care or grief the sweat of my heart.
There's ether in the cloud at the bottom of the hill. Birthdays come and go, and they seal the deal. Feelings change with the wind, but time is real. It's a thief, and it likes to steal.
I sink into this sweet moment not of lightning and hail but soft unveiled convection warmth of the south in early afternoon of winter. I find my center here in time more precious than rubies or sparkling of diamonds what a crime presumption I will persist in it this gift this present time.
I cannot resist your wriggle your movement wrestles me awake from my routine slumbering lumbering day your breath your wind are my oxygen telling me I’m alive you move from heart to fingers and dance on the floor of this keyboard with your partner pen on the smooth flat surface of paper.
It is more vital to write my heart to write write write as I MUST than to obey some poetry manual or imitate Longfellow, Rumi, or Frost or any other.
Writing your movement is like breathing I cannot go long without it you impel me to this place this oasis this pure land these tropics where I let you speak and have your way with me, you my magnificent muse.
I woke up this morning feeling gratitude even in the warning my legs gave in my first steps, gratitude for one more day for one more hour or minute on Earth now in my brief stay on this tortured beautiful planet.