 –Waiting for the End of Yesterday
sometimes we travel
deep into this naked night
and see yesterday
eager to reconstruct
bits of a fragmented dream
with lost dialogue
wait for fading light
to kiss the soft of angel
wings warmed by the day
not an easy job
turning the orange sky dark
not an easy job
rearranging the planets
hanging a blue moon
Be Not Inhospitable to Strangers 
Wow, that’s a unique kind of poem! Well done!
hanging a blue moon
Excellent!
brilliant, really;
My favourite of yours…….no hang on, that’s, oh I can’t decide. WONDERFUL!
Cendrine
Thanks for the kind words. Welcome!
Rodger
My favorite line too==makes a cliche somewhat unique.
Sumedth
A fellow blogger may have invented the style–it is fun to play with. The brilliance is not mine–just the words. 🙂
Jo
Thanks 🙂
I really like how each of the stanzas is self contained and also part of the whole. I think I would like it better if the last stanza was a whole haiku
Since I write haiku, it was especially interesting to see the basic form transformed into another direction. I like this very much.
Hit this one out of the park, Scot… I love it. I’ve never read anything quite like it.
Bob
thanks–sometimes I can fall in the outhouse and come out smelling like a rose–dreary day down by the bootheel.
Matt
I wondered about that too–but this form calls for 14 lines to be a sonnet–but when it has been invented from other forms–well heck. Thanks for the comment
Pris
Thanks Pris–I may submit somewhere–any suggestions?
beautiful imagery, interesting use of haiku
Original thought, original imagery, beautiful texture, wonderful poem,
Green Poet
🙂
Truly remarkable. I love the spin, the images, the color.
Paul
thanks for the comment
JO
just wandered out and fell on the paper 🙂
This is one of the most beautiful haiku I have ever read, Scot. And the fact that it’s a sonnet…well…I’m particular to those….Deep into the naked night reminds me of Dylan Thomas’s Do not go gentle into that good night. Mmm. Tell me. When will I start breathing again?
Ali
This just might be my favorite for now–it could be turned into a villanelle.
I love the surreal undercurrent in this poem, and it’s interesting to see my form in another writer’s hands. It makes me wonder how much of writing is in form and how much in is the mind of the writer. Reading this, I’m favoring the latter. —D
Thanks D
I think the form helped–no doubt, but I guess it is always what the writer does with it.
(shivers) I love the moon…
Stunning, Scot. Every word. Love the last 2 killer lines! And the photo – well, it’s gorgeous. Not easy finding one – once in a blue moon! heh heh I hope you don’t mind if I ask you if you write to the photo, or write, then try to find a photo to match? I love haiku, and I love Joe Felso, too; creator of the form, but I have to tell you – you’ve matched his caliber in all respects with your sonnet haiku. And not to change the subject 🙂 but I want to thank you for stopping by and leaving me such lovely words on my most recent ku. So very appreciated.
Janet
Thanks for the kind words–The poem always comes first…the other way around just doesn’t seem right. Thanks for stopping by, please do again.