Living in Las Vegas is a joy for me. No matter which way you drive, you'll find yourself in a completely different environment. Throughout the day, the sky is adorned with clouds. Both sunrises and sunsets here are like dazzling light spectacles, and the scent of the soil is wonderfully fragrant. We have a fossil preserve 15 minutes from our home. I walk there often and find treasures.
I've written some weird poetry, or at least tried to, but never in haiku form. Here's my attempt at a strange beauty haiku (inspired by a bizarre dream):
"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....Write a poem of strange beauty." Always finding ways to creatively reframe things you thought you thought you kinda already knew...
These are all so fantastic! This last one might be my favorite. Maybe. Maybe not. That Icarus one and the Clouds like a peignoir one are also pretty damn good!
Very cool - PHOENIX is huge and spread out over the desert to the mountains. We once had awesome storms during Monsoon- the sunrises & sets were beautiful after them. Now we barely get rain much less monsoon storms. But the sand drive here N to Prescott and old little burgs along the way.
I have not been to Vegas in a long time but I remember it mostly from the night skies….
my yearning for snow
still remains a mystery
what is all the white?
I love this! I also have a yearning for snow!
birdsong floats amid
ghostly clouds surrounding trees
why is my song lost?
Why is my song lost? That last line is both haunting and inspiring! It makes me think of Thoreau.
Fear of nothingness
Nihiliophobia
I float undisturbed
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Not a real word
Those Trekkie people made it
I float anyway
Two great poems! Thanks for sharing!
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.
Oooo, love that Gloria!
Thank you!
This gave me such a sense of peace!
The desert is a peaceful place.
It is! Living in the Sonoran desert is a pleasure - especially when winter is warm not boiling heat!
Living in Las Vegas is a joy for me. No matter which way you drive, you'll find yourself in a completely different environment. Throughout the day, the sky is adorned with clouds. Both sunrises and sunsets here are like dazzling light spectacles, and the scent of the soil is wonderfully fragrant. We have a fossil preserve 15 minutes from our home. I walk there often and find treasures.
I can visualize this dawn, the contrails, Joshua's stretching their arms in exaltation. WOW!
Thank you!
My mind is totally blown by the fact that scientists can't agree on what a tree is! I'm going to need to ponder that for a while.
I've written some weird poetry, or at least tried to, but never in haiku form. Here's my attempt at a strange beauty haiku (inspired by a bizarre dream):
cat larger than life
slumbers between city walls
obscured in shadow
… smell of sure love, wow 🤩
"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....Write a poem of strange beauty." Always finding ways to creatively reframe things you thought you thought you kinda already knew...
I'm never quite sure what I think until I write or draw it.
Slow hours drift away
Mind empties to nothingness
Night falls like blanket
This is very calming! I love it!
Thanks... Writing that and your response prompted me to open the new pens and notebook I got for recovery. 😀
Yeah! That's my favorite thing to hear!
Clouds like a peignoir
Pigeoning across the sky
During the sermon
Icarus popping
Pills in the boudoir during
The long homily
Getting email from
The bird man of Alcatraz
Through the pipe organ
These are all so fantastic! This last one might be my favorite. Maybe. Maybe not. That Icarus one and the Clouds like a peignoir one are also pretty damn good!
thanks for the fun assignment! I grabbed "peignoir" from Wallace Stevens' Sunday Morning, which also sort of triggered the church references.
Consumation thrives
here with bandits stealing words
from willing lovers.
This is great! I love the image of bandits stealing words!
My haiku landed
I know not where it came from
It landed elsewhere....
I feel this!
Life is not easy
Is he coming or going
A sloth may forget
Life is not easy
When always moving so fast
A cheetah may say
These are great companion haiku! Yes, the universal truth is life is not easy
Very cool - PHOENIX is huge and spread out over the desert to the mountains. We once had awesome storms during Monsoon- the sunrises & sets were beautiful after them. Now we barely get rain much less monsoon storms. But the sand drive here N to Prescott and old little burgs along the way.
I have not been to Vegas in a long time but I remember it mostly from the night skies….