#Poetry – A Certain Point of View, Too

Sunset Sky (A Haiku)

The sun at last light Smolders with red-orange fire. Look! The sky darkens.

The Wind on the Grass (A Haiku)

Chilly winter breeze Tousles the green blades of grass As the Sun rises.

Morning, Fog, Sun (A Haiku)

Butter-colored sun Burning through the morning fog; Dew sparkles on grass.

On Poetry: ‘Where Time’s Winds Blow’

I rarely write poetry. I am, first and foremost, a writer of prose, with a side dish of screenwriting added for good measure. Poetry is a genre that I don’t tackle much because I always feel like, “Nah. This is drivel. It doesn’t sing.” In today’s parlance, poetry, my friend, is not in my comfortContinue reading “On Poetry: ‘Where Time’s Winds Blow’”