white lines and arrows
on the asphalt, overlooked
on the way to work
light contains colors-
within white is the rainbow
shown with a prism
smell of white roses-
sickens me now, thoughts of Snow,
leader of hunger
plumage of seagulls-
breakers, foam, tendrils of fog,
white shorts of runners
didn’t want to talk
about blank white pages and
calla lilies, but
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Process notes: These are more poems written in response to the white prompt at Haiku Heights.
I wasn’t entirely satisfied with the haiku I wrote this morning and posted. So, I’ve been thinking about “white” all day.
The first one above came from my drive in to work this morning. I spent a lot of time noticing the different colors of lights, some white and some yellow, and then I noticed all the white used on signs – and on the street.
I also thought of visible light and the color spectrum.
The third is my nod to The Hunger Games books.
The fourth came from observations on my way home, driving along Ocean Beach in San Francisco.
The last one came from thinking about others’ poems that I read this morning. More than one mentioned blank white pages. And, for some reason, the calla lilies in my front yard. It’s meant to be humorous.
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Some thoughts on posting poems. I think I felt in a bit of a rush this morning to post that first poem, the one in the previous post. I’ve been writing poems to the daily prompts at Haiku Heights every day so far this month. It’s been fun writing haiku and senyru and reading others’ poems. But, I live on the west coast of the U.S. I posted that poem around 6 a.m. Pacific time. And I was the 33rd person to post a poem to that prompt. (As of this posting, there are a total of 41.)
So, I’ve been feeling a little pressure to post as early as I can, so that others will read my poems. Of course, I realized that I’m the only one putting that pressure on me. I’m not blaming others. I’m certainly not blaming Leo at Haiku Heights. It’s not a matter of eating sour grapes.
However, I am posting these additional poems around 9 p.m. Pacific time. I will link to them from Haiku Heights on the same topic as my previous poem. I will be surprised if very many people will read these poems and this post. I could be wrong, of course.
I feel like I can rush and get something posted and others will read it, or I can wait and post something later in the day, but it won’t be read.
Obviously, I was unhappy with posting early. I should have waited until later. The irony is I turned that feeling into productivity, continuing to think about the prompt, and writing an additional five poems – that probably will not be read.
I don’t know what the solution is. I’m just thinking on paper at this point.