Monday, January 30, 2006

Koyoshi's story

I received nice feedback on the poem I wrote about Koyoshi.
The inspiration for this poem came from the childhood memories of my friend Greensleeves, whose mother also wrote a beautiful, haunting haiku about Koyoshi that you can see in the comments section of this post.
Sometimes, I write even when I have nothing to say, and it shows.
Other times, something I see, hear or read elicits a feeling that rises up from deep within me, and the only way I can be at peace is if I set this feeling down in words.
That was the effect the story of Koyoshi had on me.

8 comments:

MikeDoe said...

"Sometimes, I write even when I have nothing to say, and it shows."

Just imagine a cop with a gun saying "Sir, STEP AWAY FROM THE KEYBOARD. No-one needs to get hurt".

g said...

Michael, when I first saw your image and poem about Koyoshi, I thought to myself, there is something special here. I wonder if this Koyoshi person is a famed poet himself. Or a wise monk.

So I Googled "Gentle Koyoshi" and the post by Greensleaves came up.

If I try it now, both her post and yours come to the top.

Chris said...

"...the only way I can be at peace is if I set this feeling down in words."

Like the universe expressing itself through your "human" capablities. I know what you mean. Almost as if it comes from somewhere else and we are just a vehicle....

Michael said...

Hi Johndoe,
:)


Hello g,
Yes, I'm indebted to Greensleeves for the inspiration.

Hi Chris H,
Well, I don't dismiss that there may be a little of that involved, but it's mostly because I'm hyperactive. :)

Beth said...

michael: i've been meaning to write to say that i have really enjoyed your recent poems. you treat your subjects with such tenderness.

you have posted really beautiful moving, poetry and photography. i have always found the combination of photo and poem extremely difficult to do. you do an amazing job.

Michael said...

Thanks, Kim! :)

Kitty said...

Michael, I just reread your series of poems (after reading them as you published them separately), and also read Greensleeves' mother's haiku. I'm simply letting myself be absorbed in them. The photographs are wonderful, the words are wonderful; together they make something very special. It shows how something can be gentle and powerful at the same time.

Michael said...

Thanks, Kitty. I really love Greensleeves' mom's haiku.