Haiku Poetry

One of my favorite forms of poetry is the haiku, a 3 line Japanese poetic form with a total of seventeen syllables, (follows a 5-7-5 syllable pattern). I write Haikus when I’m feeling stressed and need to pour out an intense emotion using metaphorical nature imagery.

Haikus By Leah

Monday Mourning

Monday Mornings rise

up to reluctant commutes

to a dull duty

New Soil

A stagnant seedling

sits unwatered, neglected.

Time for a new soil

Poetry Prompt: “I Remember”

One part I appreciate about living in New York City is the libraries. NYPL hosts diverse programming for dozens of interests. Today I attended a poetry workshop hosted by a poet and editor from Argentina. The facilitator introduced the attendees to two poets; Marosa di Giorgio and Susana Thenon. The poem I came up with is based on the theme of remembrance which id Giorgio heavily incorporates into her poems.

Title: 14 Years Later

I remember when you told me I was your best friend but you could never love me,

I remember your heated voice scalding

my ears for hours because another “she”

rejected your declarations of love misplaced

on a pretty face and empty intimacy

I remember the time I spent twenty dollars at Hot Topic for your Christmas present

It was a T-shirt with your favorite band AC/DC

I remember your half smile when you opened your gift and your eyes

expressing gratitude that you reserved

for me

I remember you in the words, ink and x-ed out declarations of admiration

between the lines of the diaries of my teen years that

I knew I’d never share out loud but baby

these long ago words managed to leap off the pages and sneak into your

half closed consciousness

So now here we sit at adjacent tables at a coffee shop

Fourteen years later

and you ask me “If I remember”


I always remembered

Happy National Poetry Month!

Good evening readers! Hmm, it’s dusty up in this blog! Please forgive me if I’m rusty(did ya catch that in rhyme? ). Happy National Poetry Month! I originally committed to writing and posting a poem every day in April, but of course procrastinated until the last week of April. For this week, I’ll be posting 1-2 poems a day to celebrate a writing form that fascinates and frustrates me as a writer. Most of the poems will be free form with a sprinkles of haikus, cinquains, villanelles and a Sestina (no sonnets, iambic pentameter and I are not friends). I hope you enjoy!

Title: “Where Are You Sis?”

“Where are you sis?” 

In the crevices of half-hearted hugs and obligatory smiles 

The “HI SIS!’s” that hang hollow off the so called sisterhood 

“Where are you sis?” 

Standing aside as I watch a family I barely know and I am not sure that’s meant for me

embrace , bellow and belly laugh 

Because they’re fully braided within the bushel of coils, never questioning 

If their strand belongs 

“Where are you sis?” 

Back and forth, scouting for empty seats for visitors and “family” 

Desperately trying to be a steadfast servant, reporting for my duty 

Diligently serving in God’s Kingdom and 

Just maybe 

Just maybe prove that I fit into an 

Infinitely impossible standard of prime faithfulness 

“Where are you sis?” 

On the 1 train, eyes closed , lulled by the rock a’ by 

Of the train. I can finally fling off the mask thats been a suffocating 

Compliance and end expectation for the last four hours of this show. 

Free from claustrophobia of fruitless “amens”. 

“Where are you sis”?