Guest Poet Bud E. Pratt
Renunciation
Gentle breeze, leaves stir.
Tender sounds sooth my spirit.
Brother to the wind.
But winds die quickly.
The music that was, is not.
Too soon never was.
Nothing lost or gained,
By all its earnest passion.
Only Peace remains.
December 1997
Bud E. Pratt's Questions:
I am new to poetry, this is my first effort.
The haiku form seems to be expressive and simple. Is there a tradition of longer, or perhaps even epic poetry in haiku or similar form? What are some good examples?
To me, this form feels somewhat similar to the Persian poetry of Omar Kayam, but in this poem that may be due to content more than form.
Correspond with Bud E. Pratt at
kpratt@pub1.tln.lib.mi.us
with your ideas about this poem.
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