27 Down--?? to Go

another school year winding down

this is the 27th time
i've made it to the finish line

more exhausted than i remember being
i cannot help but wonder
do i have another race left in me?


©2014-Art Belliveau

End of the School Year Shadorma

another year's
coming to an end
patience frays
spirit flags
i need a reset button--
that's what summer's for


©2014-Art Belliveau

Relaxation Dream

a mountain cabin
on a cool autumn day
the sun is going down
birds calling to each other
wind sounding like rain in the trees
birds flying
trees swaying
the sky turning pink and orange
sitting in the hot tub
sipping a cool drink
not sure when i can return
but i'll be relaxed and happy
when i do


©2014-Art Belliveau

haiku (4/27)

coming thunderstorms
darken the skies above me
my heart darkens, too

©2014-Art Belliveau

senryu (4/26)

using a chainsaw
is ever so relaxing
seeing progress made

©2014-Art Belliveau

End of the Year (4/25)

with less than a month of school to go
it's hard to tell who's more restless
(the students -- the teachers)
as another year winds down

it's hard to tell who's more restless
everyone's tempers are getting shorter
as another year winds down
as we wait for that last day

everyone's tempers are getting shorter
the stresses are starting to show
as we wait that last day
it cannot get here soon enough

the stresses are starting to show
soon though the summer will begin and
it cannot get here soon enough
all of us count down the days

soon though the summer will begin and
(the students -- the teachers)
all of us count down the days
with less than a month of school to go

©2014-Art Belliveau

two senryu (4/24)

i sit with these kids
their disrespect is galling
they're oblivious

juggling paper
instead of doing his work
he just has no clue

©2014-Art Belliveau

haiku (4/23)

outside the wind howls
is it angry or fearful?
i'll stay here inside


©2014-Art Belliveau

Finally--A Sonnet (4/22)

I have tried before to write a sonnet,
Though I never have had any real luck.
I can't get the iambic pentameter to work on it,
And I usually find myself stuck.

There are so many rules to follow.
How to rhyme it--how to organize
My sonnets always come out feeling hollow.
No matter how long I spend writing them, I agonize.

But I won't let this form defeat me.
I'll use my poetic license to modify.
The meter of the lines will be
Free to break the bonds that seek to codify.

Finally a sonnet written.
Finally chewed up the chunk into which I've bitten.


©2014-Art Belliveau

seven (4/21)

in the ancient world were seven wonders
more than one culture saw the magic
--the virtue of purity-- in that sum
seven days and nights make a week
seven ranging colors create a perfect rainbow
across seven seas and over seven hills
seven simply has a deep mystic flavor

©2014-Art Belliveau