It started out as a flimsy idea. Write something; anything! Have I gotten lazy?
Overwhelmed by the shit? I think I opt for the former and not the latter so
much because words are still available; pandemic or not!
I love words. I love poetry. Maybe not mainstream writing like them who write (or
writ) for the ages or weren’t specifically poets. Stephan Crane (In
the Desert) comes readily to mind of course there are others. Bukowski,
Brautigan, beat poets and their hedonism (baggabaggaboo).
Anyway about 7 hours ago I saw an article detailing how a mother of 4, decided
to be virally anti-vaccination in the middle or a pandemic. She died this week.
Ergo I decided to make poetry regarding the situation. Specifically using Senryu
form and not Haiku. The difference is the content and aim in haiku you are
given words edging you to a specific season with an image drawn from it, in the
third line.
Senryu is similar in that it uses the same 5-7-5 format but is not directed at
the 4 seasons or anything specific beyond the poets intent..
There I stopped—the writing of a single Senryu, morphed into 6 pieces written
to allow the reader to divine the intent. (I am not un-sympathetic towards her
kids but still…)
ANOTHER ANTI-VACCER DIED TODAY
senryu not haiku
Jewels in the dirt
channel the rough times that kill
© M Durfee
9/21/2021
Jewels in the dirt,
channel the rough times that kill.
plant your body for them!
© M Durfee
9/21/2021
Jewels in the dirt,
channel the rough times that kill.
plant your thoughts for them!
© M Durfee
9/21/2021
Jewels in the dirt,
channel the rough times that kill.
Cry tears for their choice
© M Durfee
9/21/2021
Jewels in the dirt,
channel the rough times that kill.
plant body shallow
© M Durfee
9/21/2021
Jewels in the dirt,
channeling rough times that kill.
plant body shallow
© M Durfee
9/21/2021
