“Meta”
At times I wonder
if my haikus will one day
be read as proverbs.
Steve D
Tag: Writers – Steve D’Adamo
Almost Near the Near End: March Goals
February was pretty good for me. I’m about 100 pages from finishing Lionheart and have the makings of a draft review sitting in my dashboard. I realize that I did not meet either of those goals, but that’s mostly because I was focused on writing… and occasionally watching Justice League on Netflix. Continue reading “Almost Near the Near End: March Goals”
Haiku Sunday – Fire / Ka
“Fire / Ka”
The flame flickers on,
ever dancing, reaching, yearning
to conquer the dark.
Steve D
Creativity Sessions: Not Seeing the Trees for the Forest
Looking at that picture, most people would hear the water chiming over stones and logs, or imagine the animals that may be hidden behind that line of trees. I look at this picture and imagine the mountain spring that flows down into this river, or the wide expanse of the forest. Continue reading “Creativity Sessions: Not Seeing the Trees for the Forest”
Haiku Sunday – Focus
“Focus”
To have real focus
is really just the absence
of good distractions.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Coffee
“Coffee”
The foremost reason
I drink coffee at my desk
is to warm my hands
Steve D
Shakespearean Sonnet – (Secret) Love – SD
“Secret Love”
Obsidian hair tinged with red, like Blood Moon’s night,
Sways with every step of your bulldog swagger.
Sandstone-quarry eyes betray your pretty smile,
Refusing to let the faces see your fractures. Continue reading “Shakespearean Sonnet – (Secret) Love – SD”
Haiku Sunday – Interruption
“Interruption”
An annoying thing
Is to be interrupted
By your own train of-
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Frozen
“Frozen”
Fog creeps into sight
Dragging my mind down, frozen-
Will I wake again?
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Handwriting
I just had a nice late-Christmas weekend with Future Wife’s family, and they do a White Elephant-style gift exchange most years. This year, however, we did an anonymous gift exchange. Each participant was assigned to buy an anonymous gift for someone else. The gifter then had to provide clues for the giftee to guess who gave them the gift.
I was assigned to purchase a gift for Future Wife’s cousin, who I also happen to be fairly close with. He knows I’m a writer, so the poem itself was the clue… he recognized immediately that I was the most likely person to write an actual haiku as a clue. I guess I’m not as wily as I thought. Either that, or people are actually starting to recognize me as a writer. Anyway, he loved his gift!
Steve D
Evening Satellite Publishing 