i’m impasto imposta’

Zuihitsu: Japanese form that blurs poetry, essay, and Chinese characters meaning “follow the impulse of the brush.” An artform some consider to be poetic potpourri incorporating nonfiction, musings, confessions and lyrics to create a spontaneous, layered text.

when i hear “zuihitsu”, hairy little dog runs into room
yip-yipping
sneak out for disorderly conduct… in neighborhood
(bitch in heat)

Winner of the 2023 Ruth Lilly poetry prize and other awards, Kimiko Hahn has been writing and teaching this form for years. In her poetry collection The Narrow Road to the Interior, she writes “the sense of disorder” is “integral” to the form of zuihitsu. Did you sneeze? God bless you!

van gogh believed in God but that didn’t solve
insanity
layered pain(t) thickly with brush… or palette knife
(sharp enough to cut an ear)

Merril D. Smith introduces diverse poets to zuihitsu at the virtual pub. She encourages exploration and experimentation with unique (uni)form. This is my experimental attempt to catch the dog, layer ideas, and weave wild words. An imposing form can make one feel like imposter.

textured tapestry hangs in stairwell
neutrals
woven in layers of loopy clouds…outlined mountain
(luxurious [lunatic] fringe)

doggone

at the museum in
murdo, south dakota
(around the corner from
a life-size jar jar binks)

stands antique treadmill
not for human exercise
but built in miniature for
dog trained on laundry

duty to run the wheel
tied to belt on agitator
of old washing machine
just like grandma used—

funny how that memory
was jogged, grandma’s
story of how the family
dog would often hide

on monday mornings.

photo by lynn


Linking to De’s “laundry” prompt at dVerse Poets

gotta love that face!

 

hound dog’s brown eyes sad

as homeward bound campers pack

wags his tail goodbye

 

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photo by lynn

 

audaciously catty

Playing with “anthropomorphism” at dVerse poetics with Lillian 🙂

fat cat in silky
top hat, walks
sleek this season
(has no reason
to run) saunters
too confidently,
(pompous louse)
directly to famed
doghouse- ritzy,
spacious place
(will absent dog
give chase?)
cat pauses for
grand entrance,
smiles smugly to
paparazzi & me.
then, full of pride,
he slinks inside
to curl up cool
in empty dish;
crinkles pug nose-
where’s my fish?
long afternoon nap
(could be a trap?)
it’s easy to be,
like i already said,
audaciously catty
after dog is dead.

Harpsichord Concerto – Pinottini

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s December theme, Let the Music Inspire You


 

chambermaid listens

dog lies at musicians’ feet

brocade, quill, and lace

must be her orange hair

Join Victoria at dVerse poets’ pub as she interviews one of our founders, Claudia, and challenges us to write a sevenling! 

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Painting by Claudia Schoenfeld, used by permission.

 

invite friends from upstairs

mix chill drinks with a flair

offer fresh dijon pears
 

how she tickles the keys

recites free verse with ease

painting art on a breeze

 

while her deaf dog sleeps soundly under the chair.

 

memories multiply

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Lily

 

miss my furry friend;

so many peaceful rabbits

…reminders of her

 

we watch them nibble clover

growing fat,  no need to run

 

 

 

dirty little secret

like soot

blackens

a fireplace,

street grime

slushes snow,

seeds riddle

soft, ripe fruit,

hulls wedge

under gums,

rabid dog bites

master’s hand,

 

this all too

human heart

pumps pride,

beats self-interest,

harbors hypocrisy;

deceived to not

realize own guilt

of high treason

against perfect

law of love, and

its gracious author.

 

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The dirty little secret we don’t like to speak of is “sin” (whispered hiss).