Poem with an explanation: under the red sky

under the red sky
upon the sand
the waves stopped crashing
but for a moment

In this poem, a person was sleeping on a sofa.  The person was covered with a red blanket (under the red sky) and was sleeping on a brown sofa (upon the sand).  The person had a stressful day, but in their sleep they found peace (the waves stopped crashing).  The peace lasted while the person slept (but for a moment).

Poem with an explanation: building castles

building castles
not knowing
they are made of sand


This poem is about doing something without the realization that it will be undone.  This idea could apply to many situations.  As an example, imagine someone starts a business.  They spend a great deal of effort setting it up.  They make it exactly how they want.  In a year though, the business the fails.  The person thought they were building something that would last.  Instead, they built something that disappeared.

This particular poem was based off of the idea of weight loss.  Sometimes when a person loses weight, they keep it off for a while, but they gain it back.  When the person lost the weight they thought it was permanent.  Instead, things went back to the way they were.  This idea was represented symbolically by the idea of person building what they thought was a stone castle, but it turned out to be a sand castle.  A sand castle is a temporary structure that will quickly disappear.

The idea of the poem is to contrast the idea of perceived permanence, with the reality of temporariness.

Milestone: 1000th post

This is the 1000th post on M. Sakran’s blog of and about poetry and poetry related things.




1000 posts is a lot of posts.  A lot.

At the start, it seemed like after thirty posts there were no new ideas.  Now there are 1000 posts.  That’s a lot of posts.

Hopefully everyone who has read anything on this blog at any time has liked it.  Hopefully you were entertained, inspired or you learned something.  Hopefully you got something from all of this.

If you like this blog, please like this post and follow the blog.  M. Sakran would appreciate it.  You could also buy a copy of First Try or Understanding: poems with explanations.  M. Sakran would really appreciate that.

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This blog has been an experience.  Posting a post virtually every weekday has been fun, inspiring, challenging, interesting and many other adjectives.  It has been an experience.

As it stands now, the blog will continue with much of the same.  The current category topics of poems, poetry topic ideas, poems with explanations, artwork for inspiration, photography for inspiration, bilingual poems, experimental poetry forms and poetry essays will continue.

In the future, new categories may be added.  Some possibilities include: reviews of poetry books, interviews with poets, and contributed poems.  There are other possibilities as well.

Hopefully everyone who reads will keep reading and if you don’t regularly read, hopefully you will start.

Thank you to everyone.

Below is a poem, because, well … why not?

The millipede,
left footprints in the sand,
hopefully they will be seen,
before the waves,
wash them away.

A milestone: 350th post

This is the 350th post on M. Sakran’s blog of and about poetry and poetry related things.  The first post was on April 24th, 2014.  Appreciation is offered to all who have interacted with the blog.

There have been a lot of things on the blog up to this point.  For example, there have been forty experimental poetry forms presented.  A series of poems written in those forms is currently on going, and will continue with tomorrow’s post.

Other things that have been on the blog include things like forty one photographs to inspire poetry, forty artworks to inspire poetry and forty one poetry topic ideas.  There have also been other things on the blog.  A complete list of posts can be seen on the posts list page.

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In commemoration of this 350th post, here is a three hundred and fifty word haibun (both the paragraph and the haiku together add up to three hundred and fifty words).  Please enjoy.

In the spring, more than sixteen cycles of the moon ago, there, in the sand of the beach, something was written.  As the sun rose, and beat a drum with rhythm, more lines were drawn in the sand.  Around them, within them, and beside them, objects were gathered.  Shells, sand dollars, driftwood, sea weed, in little patterns and arrangements.  Birds flew by, crabs crawled on the shore, and fish looked out of the water to see the lines and to see the objects.  In a hut, made from bamboo, on certain days, when the sun beat its drum, someone came out, and to the collection, of lines in the sand, and shells, sand dollars, driftwood and sea weed, tried to add something to them.  On many drum beats, seeing what was there, and trying to add something mixing and unique.  Usually, more lines, more shells, more things from the sea.  Sometimes though, different things.  Still from around, still on the beach, still from the sea, but something new.  Maybe rocks.  Maybe forms built from the sand.  Matching but new.  Still on the beach, and in some way, there before, but also, not there before.  And then, when finished, for the drum beat, but before the next noted one, this someone would stand and think, at least on most beats.  From back on a tall hill, looking out over the beach, seeing the lines and shells, sand dollars and driftwood, sea weed and rocks, and the forms in sand, and seeing a totality, with some notice of the individual things, and thinking of something else to place on the shore.  Something that the birds and crabs and fish would want to see.  Something that might be light, or something that might be heavy.  And thinking of these things, with other considerations, and putting them in a place, and then standing back, out on the hill, and seeing what was there.  Then going back inside the bamboo hut and waiting for the birds, crabs and fish to see.

Waves flow on the shore,
and on one morning someday,
making the beach clear

Poem with an explanation: Disappearing

A field of snow,
bright with light,
with crows landing,
upon it.

A flash of light,
and quiet:

 a field of black,
 that glows.

The ocean comes,
and sand flows away,
and castles disappear.


This poem is one that uses metaphor and symbolism.  The actual idea of the poem, is that someone is sitting at a computer and working on some type of document, when the power goes out, and they lose their work.  The poem takes something simple, and tries to make it sound more profound.

The first stanza, describes the computer screen with words on it.  The field of snow bright with light is the screen with the white background.  The crows are the black text.

The second stanza is literal and metaphorical.  The flash of light and thunder, are literal, because the power outage in the poem, was caused by a storm.  They are also metaphorical, because in addition to describing the storm outside, they describe the flash on the computer screen and the electrical noise the computer makes as it suddenly shuts off.  The computer being off is described by the quiet.

The third stanza is vague in the poem, and has a contrasting image of a field of black and glowing.  The literal idea is that it is the computer screen being black but there is electrical energy at least apparent in it.  It seems to the one watching to either be residual from when it was on, or from static.

The last stanza goes to a new metaphor.  The ocean coming describes a force.  In this case, it is what caused the power outage.  The sand flowing away is a metaphor for the time spent working being lost, because the work is lost.  The castles disappearing, uses the metaphor of sand castles on a beach being taken away by the ocean, to further describe the work being taken away by the power outage.