Monday, May 7, 2012

Haiku | green rain

Did you know that I like poetry? I wrote a poem once for my Grams and even got it published. When I find it I’ll share it, but I just remember the first part,

I love my Grams, her name is LaRue.
And when you are feeling sad, she has enough love for two.

Very elementary but the rest is pretty good as I remember. In High School Speech competition, I competed for two years in poetry. I think it just has something to do with the thought behind the words that sway together in a melodious rhythm.

I don’t take time to write poetry very often, but I’ve been thinking about getting back into it. I was inspired by the rain last week, so here’s a few shots at my green rain Haiku’s (a Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five).

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When rain comes in Nebraska,
the green ripens and soaks it in.
The smell sweet and pure.

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Raindrops like beads of glass.
Gather on leaves as drops fall above.
The storm is rolling by.

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The squall billows and blares.
Sweet drops stare at the thought formerly.
Missed a misfortune by miles.