I remember getting english homework in junior high that guided us to write our own Haiku’s. The example we were given to follow in the 5-7-5 On (or translated as syllables for writing one in English) was : A caterpillar, this deep in fall– still not a butterfly. I didn’t know then that the example we were given was of the great and revered Japanese … Continue reading There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; There is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
This poem connects to every human, heart-beat and soul who has suffered prejudice, judgment and oppression. Here is the poem: You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells … Continue reading And I Still Rise by Maya Angelou
The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe was the first poem I memorised by heart. I was 11 years old and found a well worn and loved copy on my Grandfathers Desk. The golden embossed copy had me spell bound and I would curl up and read and reread this poem, fascinated by the swells and swirls, and most importantly the powerful imagery it created. The Raven continues … Continue reading The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe