Wordsmithing: Back to writing philosophically

Monday, 20 July 2009

Back to writing philosophically

Poetry up-date

I got so caught up in the hectic whirl of termly - yearly - endings that I've been philosophically quiet.
This morning I caught up on a couple just to remind myself that I do that thing.
Shame about the holiday interrupting normal schedule - I'm going to try to keep with the daily writing programme again.
I normally include the iQuote with the haikus but the ones below stand alone anyway:

iQuote"It's amazing what a little courage in the right place at the right time can accomplish." -- John Scherer

IF IT MUST BE DONE
To weigh the odds and
know the consequences,
yet still act - is brave.

iQuote“When we do the best we can, we never know what miracle is wrought in our life, or in the life of another.” -- Helen Keller

MORE A STONE AND LESS AN ISLAND
Actions cause ripples
affecting first us; they lap,
exponentially

ACCEPTANCE AND ACTION MIGHT BUT ...
When did work or truth
or selfish-absolution
ever set you free?

THERE IS NOTHING LESS SWEET THAN HUMAN TOUCH
We're only human,
sometimes almost human, in -
humanely human.

FEED THE SPIRIT
Reality gnaws!
Real-life carves chunks of living
- fantasy seasons!

NOT BASE BUT BASIC NOT RIPS BUT RIPPLES
Joy grows from self-worth,
needs unity and balance,
circles not furrows.

EVIL, CLOAKED IN BEAUTY, IN PLAIN SIGHT
Dark thoughts and actions
are not hid by darker shrouds
they glitter in light .

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A misinterpreted wave21 July 2009 at 12:04
ooooh I love these philsophical haiku ♥

They certainly make me think about things. I also love that I found them when I am in a philsophical mood - how opportune :)
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Laura Martone24 July 2009 at 06:50
Same here. I second Wave's sentiments... I love philosophical haiku - perfect discoveries on a thoughtful Thursday! I especially like "IF IT MUST BE DONE" - I can only hope that I can rise to that challenge someday.
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RETURN: YA Paranormal Romance

I was running late. But, it was nothing I couldn’t make up with a bit of effort. I shook my head. Confident and happy? I smiled. Increasing my stride, I pushed until the muscles in my legs burned. I kept up the pace even when the hill grew steeper.

Magpie Lane was hardly wider than a ribbon that edged the woods but that didn’t stop traffic using it to get to the motorway quicker. Large trucks and fast cars loved Magpie Lane. They sent vibrations running through me rising from the soles of my trainers. I felt the disturbance in the ground, even before the air pressure tried to knock me off balance. I hunched my shoulders as the cab hauling a container spat stones up at me.

Jogging on the spot, at the entrance to woodland, I ached to leave the road and go inside. My Mum was probably still asleep but I could hear her you-never-know-what might-be-in-there lecture buzzing on repeat inside my head. I should run safe. Not even I would argue that running through the woods on my own was the best definition of safe but I wanted to run-wild and the woodland offered me that. This early, I should be safe from axe murderers or perverts in the trees and besides, I was fast.

I jogged down the slope into the trees. From two paces in, I felt different. Freer. It felt so right. Running in the woods did great things for my style. Avoiding the roots and dodging branches forced my stride longer, I had to step higher. The woodland, The Weald, was only a sliver of ancient woodland that the developers forgot to build on but it felt like it could have been anywhere. Everywhere. At any time. The oaks and beech trees dominated the space and the skinny, silver-birches squeezed up beside them. I laughed. For a second, the woods reminded me of school and I needed to run a lot faster.

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Monday, 20 July 2009

Back to writing philosophically

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