Writing on Ice
With the recent publication of THE MAINE COON’S HAIKU AND OTHER POEMS FOR CAT LOVERS, the third volume in a series of books that culls poems from my ongoing practice of writing haiku, I pulled together these fragments, these reflections, for National Poetry Month. Also included: half a dozen haiku that were written this winter that are not a part of the book. Many thanks, EKA, for the invitation to share this!
How quickly, without our even realizing it, something remarkable becomes routine. Novelty turns invisible. Something that once grabbed the attention (and that’s the right verb! Something grabs, seizes, plucks our awareness from a lulled or impatient inventory of the present), eventually, all too quickly, loses its grip. Once we can recognize or expect that formerly-arresting something, our senses check it off the life list and listlessly go about their business until the next something interrupts that maundering. They idle until we consciously shift them into gear again.~ read more ~