Hello, Weirdos!
Sometimes you need to stop thinking and start making something.
an eternal field hosts amaranthine blossoms that smell of sure love
Strange Beauty
We like to imagine there is an order to the natural world. However, often any order is a construct we have imposed upon it.
For example, scientists don’t agree on what a tree is. Our sense of what separates a tree from other plants is a human creation.
Reason is often overrated.
When we write poems, we often try to articulate a feeling or capture a scene. These are worthy pursuits. However, one way to make your poetry more exciting is to forego reason and meaning.
Instead, string words together or build a poem around a particular word, without worrying about the poem making sense to anyone else.
Write a poem of strange beauty.
Every once in a while I like to create haiku comics with surreal haiku and abstract art panels. These creations aim to capture some strange beauty and to project a dreamlike sense of wonder.
Haiku Prompt
Write a strange beauty haiku. It can be about a dream or it can just be a poem that centers around a word you like the sound of. Try and write a poem that captures what strange beauty means to you.
Please leave your poems in the comments for all of us to enjoy!
If you liked today’s haiku comic, you might light my two small collections of surreal haiku from 2021. These books are pocket-sized and were made to give you something to look at instead of your phone. Both I Stare at the Sea and The Joy of Nothing are available on Amazon in most countries.
Be the weird you want to see in the world!
Cheers,
Jason
birdsong floats amid
ghostly clouds surrounding trees
why is my song lost?
Jonathan (sunrise), Jason (word prompt: ethereal), and E. Jean Carrol (losing something: the night) once again inspired me.
In Vegas' heart, beneath the waking sky,
The sunrise paints a tapestry so bold.
From night's deep blue to daylight's warm reply,
In amber, coral hues, the story's told.
The neon city's lights reflect above,
As contrails cross the dawn in silent flight.
Like shooting stars, they sketch with ethereal love,
A dance of day and night in soft twilight.
Joshua trees, in silhouette, stand tall,
Their shadows stretch across the sands of time.
In tranquil beauty, they silently call,
Witnesses to the sun's majestic climb.
In desert's heart, where dreams and day unite,
Ethereal dawn brings strange beauty to light.