Wednesday, April 18, 2018

A Diva's Exit (or lack thereof) A Haibun poem




I believe "deceitful" is a bit harsh, prone to believe she's "full of herself" with her frosty farthingale draping my mountainside.  Belle's of the ball rarely want an affair to end, continue cavorting upon the dance floor desiring all eyes upon them.  I enjoyed following her buttermilk skies and mare's tails drifting across peaks and valleys, smiled as her bare dew-kissed limbs escorted me trailside, welcomed her cool greeting grazing my cheeks each morn.

Yet, appreciation has its limits and mine's been met.  An elegant exit is as important as a grand entry and she has flubbed hers, returned for a third encore absent applause.  A diva's temper tantrum is never pretty and she's outdone herself.  I gently try to prop up a virginal bent beauty, ruby flush yet to fade.  Gaze around as other's have followed suit; no match for the wrath of last season's debutante whose flirtatious winks and beguiling smiles have finally grown old.  My infatuation a thing of the past.

A graceful exit requires elegant bows - tulips take center stage.

by Margaret Bednar, April 18, 2018

I reworked the haiku.  This is not the original one posted. I write them in a single line reminiscent of the Japanese style. 

farthingale:  also known as hoops.  It originated as a modest-sized mechanism for holding long skirts away from one's legs, to stay cooler and keep from tripping.

mares tails & buttermilk skies - various cloud formations/descriptions

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Write Here. Write Now" (Scribble it)

with "dVerse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday - Chijitsu - Lingering Day"

and NaPoWriMo 2018 (30 poems in 30 days)


As most of us know, many are still awaiting for spring to arrive or at least be given a chance to "dance".   We had an icy rain here with a touch of snow mid April ... that's crazy. 


Tuesday, April 17, 2018

"By Design"

Kandinsky, Riding Couple, 1906
By Design  

Romance is easy to paint,
a debonair bow, flourish of flowers,
dimples either side a besotted smile,
deep blue dappled river, twinkling starlit sky,
and a city with golden spires.

Doesn't hurt to have a prince
and maiden fair upon his lap
atop a stately steed, arms entwined, chins tilted,
lips eager for first kiss.

Reality's composition is a bit more confusing
where gestures, curtsies and flirtations alone
don't charm (at least not anymore)
where life's been stirred with complications -

love's canvas a bit more complex.

by Margaret Bednar, April 14, 2018

Kandinsky, Composition VI, 1913

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - The Tuesday Platform"  The optional extra for today was to write to a 20th century artist, Wassily Kandinsky.

Also linked with NaPoWriMo 2018.

Kandinsky: Master of the Mystic Arts is an interesting peak into the mind of the artist.  B