A new adventure, from Molly

I have received some comments that have spurred me to indulge in what is perhaps the most dangerous use of a blog: the sharing of dubious artistic efforts. I will share some of the poems I’ve written recently. I have chosen haiku as a form, because it’s a length I can deal with, with my enfeebled mind and weak arms.

First, disclaimers. I’m no poet, and I’ve had no chance to study haiku form. Mom googled some of the barest guidelines for me–English haiku can be one to three lines totaling 17 syllables or less, with direct observation of nature, often two images with a meaningful implied contrast.

Maybe others will be inspired to add their own poems!

my cottonwood struck by lightning
no “why this?” or
“oh shit, what now?”

unable to go there myself
the mountains came to me
on the evening wind

glee at saving a spider from drowning
moments later, crushed to have rolled over a lace-winged insect.

pinons against moon-lit clouds
longing for the nights of
outdoor adventures

(From Marilyn on those trees:
stars peer through pinons
christmas in September.)

awakened by mouse on my bed
mournful hope for the springing
of Pop’s traps

four fresh
roadside crosses
wash of Milky Way shimmering

two tiny vases
of fresh cut wildflowers
mama loves me

This next and last pertains to Nature magazine’s cover story about a marmoset monkey that had successfully received a foreign gene. It was my first haiku effort and Pop sent it in for publication as a “letter to the editor”–but no luck!

biomedical supermodel
“hisui”
sad lost eyes

Papa, please post the ballad you have started for me upon my request at a particularly sad moment. Maybe others will be inspired to add verses.