These small fingernails
Whisper up and down the spine
Of an opened book
Are you rose or weed?
Or are you an applecore
Filled with arsenic?
I don’t do poems
I can’t seem to write poems
This is a poem
Yesterday is grey
And tomorrow is today
There is a blue wind
A baby crying
The howl of a wolfling
Until the huge smile
The grass seems greener
Just outside my sunglasses
And a glass of red
Peachick near my heart,
Son away for his birthday,
Husband not here now
There are a few hells
And ours is extremely small –
A rotten peanut
Why? is a mute word
Are my sunflowers growing yet?
I didn’t plant them
A string of haiku
All of the syllables perfect
Full of emptiness
Until the storm blows
A big hole in the window
And now I can breathe
We have wings of steel
Lost and found in the debris
Of a blossom rain.
jmgoyder 
Julie! I loved this!
Especially:
I don’t do poems
I can’t seem to write poems
This is a poem
And:
There are a few hells
And ours is extremely small –
A rotten peanut
You do poems. You do poems well 😉
It is your poetry that got me going!
Oh, you! Thanks!
Excellent post. Very enjoyable. Writing and blogging is something that I enjoy very much.
Great blog you have here. I’ll be sure to let others know about it for sure.
Have a great day.
How wonderful – thankyou!
What a poet you are!
Rough draft – tips?
I wouldn’t presume! You’re the expert.
I think you did very well with this poem!!!! good going!
That means a lot, Terry!
What is a poem, Julie? I think it is whatever we want it to be…our thoughts, feelings, fun, anything as long as the writer enjoys writing it. Even better if it moves the readers in some way…yours is a winner 🙂 My favourite part was –
The grass seems greener
Just outside my sunglasses
And a glass of red
🙂
Means a lot – so many thanks
Better then I could do
No way!
Kudos. In the end it doesn’t have to be anything more than expressing yourself and in that find joy. From your tone you certainly seemed as though you did. I will let you take over my blog if you wish. Oh and thank you for the comment. I was going to toss this one and eve used a phrase in another poem but I looked at it and said what the hell–who’s reading them anyway. Not very many I can tell you that–but they look good on the monitor.>KB
No wonder I adore you!
WOW! This is so beautiful, I loved it. Thank you dear Julie, love, nia
Thx Nia!
You are such a poet that you leave me gasping! M
other xx
Mummy!
I love the stream-of-consciousness effect.
This stanza was particularly good:
Until the storm blows
A big hole in the window
And now I can breathe
It says so much about your life in so few words.
Thx Tilly!
beautifully done
your poem speaks to me elo–
quently with style
Clever and thx!
Julie, you surely have a poetry streak in you. Not a poetry reader or under-stander, but you truly know how to use the words. I like the last bit best … because you truly have wings of steel.
Viveka – you are a diamond.
I like the free form of your poem. It conveys raw honesty and the emotional value of this poem is so very high. It seriously touched my heart as I read it and for someone who doesn’t do poetry, you hit this one out of the park. Your poem did everything that a beautifully written one should do. I think that you shouldn’t stop with this one. 🙂
Thanks Laurie! Wow.
It’s lucky you can’t write poetry or you might make me cry.
Sniffle!
i love your poems
You always speak from the heart
leaving Mum gasping
haiku to you too!
Julie, for a person that doesn’t “DO” poems you did damn good. As always, I so enjoy your posts. Please take care and have a great day. — Bill
Thanks!
it is like a series of haiku.The verses bring up some imagery for me esp in the last verse. Happy New year, Julie to you and Anthony and Ming.I have missed you for a while, my fault. got nothing then received 580 + all at once. Awwww! It is fixed now. Jane
580 – hell!
Ugh?
Love the title and the poem. 🙂 I was going to share my favorite stanzas, but in the end I love them all. Beautifull poem and well done.
Thanks Elizabeth.
Oh, I really like this poem, Jules! Those unexpected events that turn our lives on a dime, completely out of our control, sometimes bring back our ability to breathe! Love this!
I love that dime idea – we don’t have dimes here.
I never understood Haiku as a child, but have come to appreciate the discipline of saying what you mean in so few words, and with so many restrictions. This is beautifully written, Julie.
Thanks Lynda!
You are funny … I love it. 🙂
:oD Hugr5
Much appreciated!