this evening’s light pours
viscous, strengthening into
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Tag Archives: Poetry
“clouds a flotilla” – A haiku on a Spring day
clouds a flotilla;
the sky a sea stretching down
to the horizon
“Crab apple – how sour” – Marginalia from a library conference – A haiku
crab apple – how sour
a name – its pink blossoms lilt
sweet as the cherry
the wind spitting snow – A haiku for the cold, flooding spring, with a nod to T.S. Eliot
the wind spitting snow,
the rivers spilling woe; this
april’s the cruellest
after guests, blown out – Christmas Haiku
after guests, blown out
candles curl smudged, berried smoke
into the dimness
Zamboni! – Some Haiku About Ice Skating
Rumbling on the ice,
The magical snow beast. Hail,
Mighty Zamboni!
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Shaved, sprayed, smoothed–the ice,
Soothed, waits once again for the
Violence of skating.
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-Skating on a warm day last year at Steinberg.
A Sonnet for Smeagol – In Anticipation of the Hobbit Movie Part I
S M E A G O L
My dear Smeagol, indeed, you still are dear
To me, my son, please hear me if you may.
Turn from the dark, from things that crawl in fear
Of light into the earth. Look to the day,
Though it may hurt you for a while. Repent
Of whatever deed it is that chills your heart.
Warmth will return; the daylight is not spent.
My son, see light again. Come take your part
Again in wholesome meals, in wholesome talk
Around the table. I will make amends
If you will but start; just begin the walk
Towards your healing. There are much worse ends
My dear son, than to feel chastising pain.
Smeagol, repent. Come back to life again.
G O L L U M
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If you have had a blog a while, it is interesting what things your stats page, which shows what searches led people to your site, will turn up from time to time. Here is a sonnet from 2004. Why republish? For more exposure, yes, but also a blog and its readers are like a river. You never step into the same river twice
I have changed one word and removed some capitalization.
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2009 Intro
Imagine. Smeagol returns from the river carrying Deagol claiming he has drowned (I do not remember what the books say about when Gollum’s relations know he had murdered him). It soon becomes apparent, however, that all is not well, as Smeagol begins to isolate himself in the dark and transform into Gollum.
Imagine. Perhaps somewhere during this time, his mother speaks to Smeagol, prefiguring Gandalf’s and Frodo’s after him rather more severe, but still merciful approach to Gollum many years later, which is really a remarkable aspect of the books and films, all the more tragic for Gollum’s ultimate refusal to accept the offer.
Admittedly, I have rather spiritualized the plight of Gollum. However, though he is a far greater and subtler craftsman, do not think that Tolkien did not have such dynamics in mind, not allegorically (he steadfastly denied LOTR was allegory) but thematically speaking.
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2004 Intro
For a seminary class I took on Tolkien, we were permitted great latitude for our final project. It could be a formal paper or something more in the realm of creative writing. I chose to write poems on the Ringbearers in the the Lord of the Rings. In the Lord of the Rings, not counting the Elder Days, there are four ringbearers. Three we are familiar with because they are are the heroes; Bilbo, Frodo, and Samwise each bear the ring for a time. The saddest “ringbearer,” though, is Smeagol. He does not “bear” the ring out of goodness, as his desire to possess it for himself that rules him. However, in a very real sense he bears the ultimate effects of the ring in ways that the others only begin to feel. The true cost of the ring is borne out tragically in his spirit, mind, and body.
For Bilbo, Frodo, and Samwise, I crafted two sonnets each, one for before they took the burden of the ring and one for after they had endured and its destructive pull. For Smeagol, there was no “after” sonnet, but only the descent into Gollum and death. In the Lord of the Rings, we get whispers that Gollum may still be able to be redeemed. When I first read the books, I so hoped he would be. My sonnet envisions an imaginary speech either given to him by his mother after he first acquired the ring or perhaps a pleading by Gandalf in his firm but benevolent imprisoning of him.
season’s first grapefruit – A haiku about citrus
as if a sun were
immanent beneath dim skies
season’s first grapefruit
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-Its antecedent haiku here
Haiku Contest Deadline Extension
Hello, all. I am very sorry to be posting the haiku contest late, but I would really rather wait until I have a few more entries, so I am extending the deadline to this coming Friday. I apologize to those who already have gotten me their haiku. I will still endeavor to post the results by Thanksgiving.
See the rules and enter here!
“blinking, mewling, i” – Birthday Haiku
blinking, mewling, i
came this day, a baby blessed,
born amongst the saints