This concludes this fun series of daily poetry that I began in honor of poetry month. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I have. I love the discipline of the haiku. I have been writing poetry since I was 13 years old, but have rarely had a regular practice of parameters like the sonnet or the haiku. It is worth doing! In mid-life now, writing poetry is as joyful and mysterious a flow as ever–and even more satisfying. Poetry, at its best, is a voice of truth and of the soul. Thank you for listening to mine.
April 23 One inch closer to my goals. Meanwhile this world has lost its mind alright.
April 24 Everything shifts with weeding, letting go. Garden of what is real now.
April 25 Dreams are riddles decoded in patterns of the following day.
April 26 What do you like so much that you want to chase it? And what chases you?
April 27 Perpetual waves of ocean, sun rise daily— our love, enduring.
April 28 That weight is gone like heavy snows melted turning into bright lit Spring.
April 29 The kids frolic as we step into our deeper selves of skylark too.
April 30 I know the dragon that bites you. For she bit me too…insomnia.
I have been writing daily poetry to honor my inner muse, poetry month, and the voice of the soul–which is a salve of relief for the spirit. I have been disciplining myself by doing daily haiku, with the exception of a couple. Today, as this practice converged with Earth Day, I decided to try writing a sonnet. And that is what I did! –with love for poetry, creativity, goodness, and Earth.
April 14 There were ten eagles soaring high above our house. I slept well that night.
April 15 Letting go of old pain and mistakes hurts yet it ends and is healing.
April 16 Writing over old programs deletes them. I use song and word sunshine.
April 17 Migrating birds have come, singing, eating worms. Melting snow reveals deep mud.
April 18 THE MUD IS DEEP under the snow even though it will snow more– past mid-April as it is. Robins are still finding worms, birds are still singing lilting melodies above our heads, visitors passing through still arrive and stay awhile, squirrels still gather to play and scrounge for morsels. The pelicans have come to our great river with their compelling size, unmistakable beaks with impossible folding pouches that can hold three gallons of water– who soar in slow motion glory on the highest of winds… The sun will emerge the snow will melt it will flood the rivers as the marshes begin to arise teeming with life. Life will course back into the greening of the trees, buds will break open into the miraculous unexplainable beauty that are flowers. As we persevere and breathe in and out without trying, we will continue to bring cause and effect upon ourselves and this Earth. We will continue to form our own realities whether we take responsibility for ourselves or not. As for me, where I am torn, I am set on mending. Where I fell, there are scars– evidence of the ability to heal. Invisible hard work done in inner winter floods into Spring and Spring does come inside and then out one way and then another.
April 19 Maple blossoms have emerged, along with the sun and real warmth, waxing.
April 20 Uninvited joy— what a welcome guest! It comes with sunshine and warmth.
April 21 A.I. think we are pretending to be human. Are they mistaken?
April 22, Earth Day Over twenty years ago, I walked the gravelled marsh trails alone. Today the paved marsh trails were teeming with people and each phone. People with big cameras waited to capture the beauty there. Wood ducks, coots, great blue herons, geese, teals, egrets, and turtles fair.
Earth day for some means a business ploy. Or to enjoy being out in Nature spotting birds so coy. As we walked past countless active people, I saw beyond the brambles to down below, so much garbage—styrofoam, plastic, and an entire garbage can in the water’s flow.
I looked with frustration as it was out of my reach. All the toxins in our marsh, with chemicals that leach. Noticing the joy of us all enjoying warm weather, and at the same time, so many ignoring the signs of our negative impacts that just don’t rhyme.
Earth day is every day as long as we live and breathe. I hope we each can awaken to a daily Earth day before we leave.
The following are some examples of my bee photography. I re-started my passion for nature photography in 2010, and it started with bees on flowers. Flowers and bees remain some of my favorites to look at through the lens to see what is revealed. I have great love for bees, and wish to inspire others to appreciate and protect them, as well as create environments that support them. Bees are dedicated pollinators and the more I learn about them, the more interesting they are, and the more of my respect they garner. I can’t wait until this Spring really begins waking up the first flowers to feed the bees with, like dandelions. The following photos were first posted to my Instagram account (@Chan_Dreams) unless otherwise noted.
Haiku For Poetry Month: April 1st to April 6th By CS Sherin April 6, 2018
To celebrate poetry month I have been writing daily haiku! It is fun! Remember, poetry is the language of the soul. It is nourishment, a salve–it is necessary on regular days, it is essential on trying days.
Poetry became a part of my practice at age thirteen. It simply flowed from me. My mother was astonished. I accepted it without question. Because people are not always so open to poetry, I have most often kept it private. Now that I am middle-aged, I seek to share my poetic voice more. And, I do have a couple of books written, waiting to be published! I keep the poetry that comes from me sacred. I share it with love.
Words have power to unite, divide, heal, free, enlighten. Poetry takes that power into a naked truth that illuminates what is unspoken, and what we long to express and hear.
Happy poetry month!
April 1 2018 Is the joke that we wait for a magic that is already herein?
April 2 She embodies all love I’ve known so far. Bright daughter, magic.
April 3rd Whenever we kiss, the snow melts a bit. Endless Spring love, Jeff.
April 4th With all of the snow we could build a snow person who could melt this Spring.
April 5th Rejection stings me. Relentless persistence is what the cat taught me.
April 6th When nothing makes sense the only thing that matters is breath, movement, love.