Imperfect Am I
Profound Poetry
This is a place where once a week original poetry will be posted. Sometimes the author will explain the poem, sometimes the poem will be left to explain itself.
Imperfect Am I
by
Michael Kroth
Imperfect am I
Concrete block, cracked wide. Yet
Mortar binds me tight.
Who's Whole?
by
Michael Kroth
Heart, head, health - who's whole?
Through blinds each morn, wind blows cold.
Blood flows, warm. Life holds.
Listen, Listen, Now
by
Michael Kroth
Listen, listen, now
Prepare for divine abyss
Echoing within.
Reading The Art of Pausing , by Judith Valente , Brother Paul Quenon , and Michael Bever , and writing a haiku, has become a daily practice for me. The authors recommend this, and I have found it in the few short weeks I have been doing this, a meaningful activity when paired with reading a daily haiku and narrative from the book.
I’m not a trained poet, but I don’t think poetry has to be created by an MFA graduate to be meaningful, and certainly meaningful to the author.
So, to introduce profound poetry, here is a haiku I wrote this week.
If you are interested in this poetic form, I highly recommend the work in The Art of Pausing . So, so good.
Three lines. Five syllables the first line. Seven syllables the second line. Five syllables the third line. They aren't supposed to rhyme, but of course why have rules if you can't break them once in a while.
More about haiku here.
It can be so beautiful. Take a look at some here.
