I fall to my knees
on sand and beckon foam prayers
as I sink within
Rozanna Landavazo 2010
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Haiku
I like to write Haiku poetry. This form of poetry originates from Japan. Haiku has a specific form: 3 lines, 17 syllables. 1st line has 5 syllables, 2nd line has 7 and 3rd line has 5. The subject of Haiku is nature. It's like a form of meditation for me as you have to immerse yourself in nature, connect with it and then express it. A very mind clearing and spiritual experience.
About Me
Hopi Prayer
Do not stand
at my grave and weep.
I am not there
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand
winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints
on snow.
I am the sunlight
on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle
Autumn's rain.
When you awaken
in the morning hush,
I am the swift
uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars
that shine at night.
Do not stand
at my grave and cry;
I am not there,
I did not die
at my grave and weep.
I am not there
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand
winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints
on snow.
I am the sunlight
on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle
Autumn's rain.
When you awaken
in the morning hush,
I am the swift
uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars
that shine at night.
Do not stand
at my grave and cry;
I am not there,
I did not die
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I can feel it.
ReplyDeleteDear Rozanna:
ReplyDeleteI love this wonderful Haiku.
Hugs, María.
this is the second night I have tried commenting on this new Haiku poem. I have said that I agreed with Michael and I can feel it. I have gone into a very long explanation of how I feel it and last, WOW. So I guess that is where I will leave it for I cannot find the words to tell you what this means to me and just HOW I feel it. But it has made me think. Thank you Rozanna
ReplyDeleteA feeling of desperation washes over me after reading this poem.
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