i have always been a fan of the late American haiku poet Nicholas Virgilio.
At a poetry reading i met his brother Tony, who talked with me about Nicks
early days writing haiku, i really enjoyed our conversation about Nick's life.
i would like to include a few of the poems we discussed.
the following haiku poems were written by Nicholas Virgilio:
lily
out of the water
out of itself
over spatterdocks
turning at corners of air
dragonfly
in the singles' bar
magnifying loneliness
her thick eye glasses
Viet nam monument
darkened by autumn rain
my dead brother's name
autumn twilight
the wreath on the door
lifts in the wind
i am very thankful and delighted to have talked with Tony Virgilio,
thank you Tony........michaela
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
haiku by Kayla
autumn
through fallen leaves
so much more sky
together
spinning in circles
butterflies
autumn
sunset in the fork
of the maple tree
autumn
seeing the trees
undress
full moon
shadows of the willow tree
spread across the yard
circling overhead
the crying sound
of a lonely hawk
always walking
never in a hurry
shield bug on the wall
dresser table
my mothers ring
now cold
mothers' grave
leaves fall gently
on the still earth
visiting mothers' grave
a flock of noisy starlings
fill a nearby tree
mothers'grave
i sweep away the leaves
covering her name
near mothers' grave
on top of a tomb stone
an unopened cup of coffee
below the giant oak
a young dogwood shows
her first blossoms
tulip poplar
towers high above the house
its baby just grass high
strange rainy season
seeing the deck boards
green with moss
my lost sister
the campfire out
ashes blow in the wind
garden roots
smelling the sweet scent
of sassafras
dead oak
a woodpecker taps out
a morning meal
through fallen leaves
so much more sky
together
spinning in circles
butterflies
autumn
sunset in the fork
of the maple tree
autumn
seeing the trees
undress
full moon
shadows of the willow tree
spread across the yard
circling overhead
the crying sound
of a lonely hawk
always walking
never in a hurry
shield bug on the wall
dresser table
my mothers ring
now cold
mothers' grave
leaves fall gently
on the still earth
visiting mothers' grave
a flock of noisy starlings
fill a nearby tree
mothers'grave
i sweep away the leaves
covering her name
near mothers' grave
on top of a tomb stone
an unopened cup of coffee
below the giant oak
a young dogwood shows
her first blossoms
tulip poplar
towers high above the house
its baby just grass high
strange rainy season
seeing the deck boards
green with moss
my lost sister
the campfire out
ashes blow in the wind
garden roots
smelling the sweet scent
of sassafras
dead oak
a woodpecker taps out
a morning meal
Friday, September 16, 2011
bottle of stars
here is a collage from my collage journal using a similar idea , i used some astrophotography prints and made drawings of old bottles from my old bottle collection,i love the shape and colors of old glass......enjoy , michaela
here is a poem i wrote about this college that is on the opposite journal page
Create art
in the bottle you shall see
the stars of the pleiades
in the bottle filled with blue
all mysteries unfold for you
in the stars patterns lie
some shaped like kites that fly
in the stars charioteer and cart
in the stars He displays His art.
ships in a bottle
This collage was inspired by some old pen and ink drawings of ships that i found at a flee market in the Pocono's. The ground is a small 5x7 in. canvas panel,the background is text from the same book that the drawings came from. i made sketches of old bottles on the back of the ink drawings,then cut them out using a craft knife. i don't want to explain in detail how to collage , there is a lot of material available ,i do enjoy sharing my work with others, maybe it will be an inspiration....... michaela
Thursday, September 15, 2011
haiku by Kayla
cemetery
at father's grave
an empty bench
gusty night
the sound of wind chimes
fills up the darkness
rainy day
seeing clouds drift
across the puddles
in the stillness
in the quiet
a lonely field
children off to college
a robins nest in the juniper
now empty
her beautiful dress unfolds
a red rose bud opens
in the side yard
cold morning
African violets bloom
in the warm window box
autumn soon ending
the weeds now withered
the trees now bare
bedroom window
seeing the pleiades
rise above the trees
end of autumn
seeing the squirrels carry leaves
back up the tree
autumn migration
the sound of geese
high overhead
suddenly
the dragon fly completely still
completely bronze
hanging in the shed
my childhood bugle
silent all these years
quiet night
the andromeda galaxy
now above our house
lonely white cat
out of the darkness
into the darkness
quiet house
i cannot find it
cricket with a loud voice
at father's grave
an empty bench
gusty night
the sound of wind chimes
fills up the darkness
rainy day
seeing clouds drift
across the puddles
in the stillness
in the quiet
a lonely field
children off to college
a robins nest in the juniper
now empty
her beautiful dress unfolds
a red rose bud opens
in the side yard
cold morning
African violets bloom
in the warm window box
autumn soon ending
the weeds now withered
the trees now bare
bedroom window
seeing the pleiades
rise above the trees
end of autumn
seeing the squirrels carry leaves
back up the tree
autumn migration
the sound of geese
high overhead
suddenly
the dragon fly completely still
completely bronze
hanging in the shed
my childhood bugle
silent all these years
quiet night
the andromeda galaxy
now above our house
lonely white cat
out of the darkness
into the darkness
quiet house
i cannot find it
cricket with a loud voice
double stars
Here's a nice beginners site on double stars,be careful they can become very addictive.........michaela http://www.eaglecreekobservatory.org/eco
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Collage art by Kayla
14x14 inches
i had a lot of fun making this collage, the ground is a piece of Plexiglas and the background - old sheet music, i used artist papers to make the images by drawing on the back of the sheet then carefully cut the images out with an craft knife.
i used mod podge as a glue.
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