My heart abides here no more,
Slightly astir, I bid farewell.
Unquiet jetsam washed ashore.
The riot ripens, soon aglow,
It will destroy your fragile realm.
My heart abides here no more.
Could we survive the grim downpour
And vehement currents that compel
Unquiet jetsam washed ashore
To float away, to sink below
The bellow of a doleful knell?
My heart abides here no more.
A no-name nomad, to and fro
I roam these days but leave no trail.
Unquiet jetsam washed ashore.
We parted ways; what lies afore
I'm unaware. But all the same, I set my sail.
My heart abides here no more.
Unquiet jetsam washed ashore.
About the Creator
Andrei Z.
Overthinker.
Rewriting the Saijiki
According to scientists such as Paul Crutzen and Eugene Stoermer, we are now in the Anthropocene, a proposed geological epoch defined by human impacts on the environment. In an article published last year in The Guardian, the effects of climate change on the traditional Japanese poetic form of haiku highlighted the challenges and opportunities faced by contemporary haiku poets ("Lost to the Climate Crisis: Japan Haiku Poets," The Guardian, 2023).
By Geoffrey Philp 5 days ago in Poets
Comments (5)
I really enjoyed this set of poems!
The broken heart leaves no heart for there to be any abiding anywhere, much less here.
No name nomad is my favourite bit 😁
Nice villanelle Andrei!! ☺️👍
A no-named nomad, I really liked that! Your Villanelle was perfectly executed!