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Karina Klesko, US
Hello Poets! Well
this bird thread proved to be very interesting and informative.
As it approached the 100 mark, poets became more and more
creative and we began to learn about birds I never heard of
before. I have narrowed my choices into four categories:
1. Everyday
Stylized Haiku
2. Poetic Haiku
3. Humorous Haiku
4. Informative Haiku
Everyday
Stylized Haiku
first bird
a yellow and black
something
an'ya, US
Yes, this is how
we all react when asked what bird is singing outside in the
tree. We can see it and we can hear it, but its name, who knows,
so many look alike in a lot of respects and even sound alike. A
simple part of life without a cumbersome name.
eaglets being fed
fins, scales and tails, entire fish
becoming wings and things
Gerry Bravi, CA
Another everyday
language haiku. A fish on its way to becoming a bird! Love it,
how creative.
Poetic Haiku
January cold—
not even a sparrow
at my window
John Daleiden, US
This is a well
constructed haiku, that we can give in to deeper thought. A
wonderful AHA that is suddenly there. Even too cold for the
birds to move around, or sing...a warning to us to make sure we
are dressed warmly if venturing outdoors.
Also the observation of what is NOT there as opposed to
observing what IS there is a very good technique of writing. It
also brings a feeling of emptiness on different levels. It has
many layers.
Bellbirds
surround the feeder
morning prayer
Trish Shields, CA
Another stunning
poem. This poem gives the idea of the birds themselves as being
the bell—a circle with a wave of bowing heads gathered around
the feeder for the morning prayer. I am sure the birds are
thankful for the feeder in the sparse winter months. There is a
human and nature connection which brings unity as does the
implied sound of a bell.
first bird call
in the quiet of the new year
kiskadee
Gillena Cox, TT
Another
contemplative poem. I love the sound of the bird name that is
written. I can hear it in the silence....giving a voice to the
New Year. A song of hope and inspiration to all, or to no one.
The observer too, is quietly waiting for the call. The bird is
not alone; because it is being observed, it too may feel the
presence and calls out. It is interpretive to each reader.
A black-capped
chickadee
drinks from an azalea leaf—
morning fog.
Zhanna P. Rader
This is a
beautiful poem—through the fog, a back capped
chickadee...takes a drink from a leaf....somehow the beauty of
this picture is consoling....and reassuring that we will all
somehow be provided for, sometimes from an unexpected source.
winter morning
a night heron so still
at the water's edge
Deborah P. Kolodji, US
I love the feeling
of this, the edge of morning. Another beautiful setting style
poem, contemplative and uplifting. I found it interesting that
it is called a night heron. It apparently sleeps during the day.
So at this point it may be fast asleep. Very statuesque...
Humorous
Haiku
fluffing up
in front of the beauty shop
two fat rock pigeons
Betty Kaplan, US
Betty, I think we
will need a special category for you and
Zhanna! You can write all sorts of categories of haiku.
This is just funny. One can just picture this. The doves outside
the window fluffing up and women under the dryers inside getting
fluffed. It explains itself.
autumn mist...
love-birds disappear
behind the horizon
Rita Odeh, IL
Another poem that
explains itself. It brings a smile. And it the underlying idea
...beyond what can be seen, could be the heart, etc.
Early morning—
a flycatcher pulls dead bugs
from spider webs.
Zhanna P. Rader, US
This is humorous
because the bird is named flycatcher, yet he waits to loot
the spider's web!
Informative
Haiku
Now this I call
educational haiku.
A Egyptian
vulture,
breaking an ostrich egg
with an egg-shaped stone.
Zhanna P. Rader
Now from this
haiku, there is an Egyptian Vulture, obviously eats Ostrich
Eggs, but doesn't crack it with its beak but with a stone. I
find that fascinating.
within the woods—
the woof, woof, woof of
a barking owl
Terra Martin, CA
Another one by
Terra Martin. An owl that barks. My children thought this was a
riot. Don't think because you hear a barking in the woods that
it is a dog, it could be an owl.
More
Informative Poems
A bush fire—
carmine bee-eaters snatching
insects in mid-flight.
Zhanna P. Rader, US
drum drum of
wings—
fan dance of the
ruffled grouse
Terra Martin, CA
There are so many,
many more I could include....You All did a fine job with this
topic!
All the best, Karina
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