–A Haiku Dirt Road Sonnet
brown hills sprinkled with
white blooms of serviceberry
waiting for dogwoods
crappie huddle up
on old Christmas trees weighted
for this shallow cove
overnight pop of
greens finally hide the light
of next hill neighbor
fawns freeze in driveway
scattered Sweet William backdrop
of almost redbuds
whippoorwills will return as
if they never left

March 17, 2008 at 1:57 am |
waiting for dogwoods
Nice
March 17, 2008 at 2:52 am |
yeah Rodger one day you wake up and you see them scattered through the woods–when this takes place–it is magic.
March 17, 2008 at 3:01 am |
Can’t be long now before the crappie find those pine boughs and spawn… this is beautiful, Scot, I felt like I was on that dirt road.
March 17, 2008 at 11:36 am |
Brilliant. You have been working and working on this fusion of forms but not just for the forms sake, combining the haiku structure and sensibility with the traditional nature sonnet has made a new way of experiencing and communicating beauty. Such a rich and wonderful poem.
March 17, 2008 at 1:10 pm |
You are on such a roll lately. This so places me right there, absolutely beautiful and Paul is right about the form.
March 17, 2008 at 10:20 pm |
Bob
that’s right–further south in Mississippi they are slaying them–this dirt road is in Ozark County right near Bull Shoals Liake
March 17, 2008 at 10:22 pm |
Paul
I like this form–it can be changed up at the end to 5/7–no real rules since it doesn’t really exist–have a Guinness–happy st. paddys
March 17, 2008 at 10:22 pm |
Jo
Thank you.
March 18, 2008 at 10:05 am |
No it does exist. And you have mastered it. I could smell the dogwoods not yet in bloom. Still not breathing. Any suggestions?
March 18, 2008 at 11:01 am |
Ali
thanks for the kind words. It is an easy form– (suggestions?)–just have to keep looking until you get the words right