National Poetry Day #18

Well I don’t have much today. Not for lack of trying and thinking! I tried to get started on the hand sewing tonight and only got a little done, but that’s ok. Well, at least it’s ok for tonight.

How about some haiku?

Playing the writer.
Sprawling sophomoric trash.
Just cross it out now.

Celebrate the month!
National Poetry Month!
Haiku for the win!

I should be sewing
But I’m writing on deadline
Put words on paper.

I found this in my normal quilt-design-planning-whatever notebook from probably April 2009:

Spring after Ice Storm.

Tired from the ice storm
are the slender trees.
They lay down
gently
in banks of curves,
later blurring the road
with their small leaves.

From the road,
flashing of torn tops.
White flesh lain against the mould…..
Above, hanging askew
waiting the return to earth.

I thought the spring
would mask all this
but more and more trees
topple over each night
under the weight of their leaves.

Mary Beth Frezon — April 2009