Little Love Poems

Flowers

I would have everything perfectly planned
before seeing you —
what I would say
and what I would do.
But the minute you walked in the door
I

forgot

the world becoming a field of flowers and all —
it distracted me.
Your scent filling the room.


Breathtaking

Me breathing is a prerequisite for
me singing,
which made it very difficult for
me to sing
anywhere near you.

Note: I am a singer


A Soulmate

I felt compelled to ask you
about reincarnation …
and we both looked puzzled,
but our souls got the question.
And I still don’t know how I can explain it —
how you’ve always been a part of me
no matter what we believe in.


Loving You

I’d preach it like a bible,
as I sing it like a hymn —
every word, every note,
my devotion to you,
as I write it on the walls
of temple of the world
until everyone believes
in what loving you can do.


Young love

… refuses to be buried.
The bud still unfurls,
claws out of the dirt :
a crazed, blind mole rat,
impossible to catch
before it climbs —
tunnels its way beyond any reasoning
in the brain
and commands to be drawn in blood
as a flower.


Haiku

My muscles get sore
from all the dancing I do
with the thought of you.


Unconditional

I realize now
that it wasn’t a matter of choice
from the head or the heart.
It was my soul that always loved you,
and there is no stopping that.


Writing and photography by: Katy Claire Funke

Rainy Poems

Dreary
Chilly
Slanted
Saddened
Weeping
Showered
Drenched
Drizzled
Scattered
Colored
Unexpected
Misted
Nourished
Fragrant
Beloved
Rain.

The Hawaiian language has over 200 different names for rain. The breadth of these names describe the form and qualities of each type, as well as the specific times and regions of the islands these rains can be found. The Hawaiian culture recognizes rain not only as an integral part of survival, but also as a friend and spiritual guide. To talk about the rain is much more than small-talk in Hawaii, it is a conversation and language in itself. The physical intricacies of rain color parts of your day and life differently and help to understand the depths of others. Hawaiian ancestors trusted the different rains to determine when to plant specific crops, fish, harvest, and so much more. Most of us have lost so much of our connection to the land. I can only hope to notice and welcome more of these sacred, rainy visitors.


Haikus

1. My love is the rain
Soaking through the sheet of night
Time folds into sky

2. Gardens refresh us
Flowers are forms of water
Our souls drink the rain


The rain dripped down
the faces of leaves
then tapped unbreaking
a dance in the streets.

We laughed in gleams
shone brighter in night
to finally feel climate
that sung us alive.


Afternoon rain in Wailuku, HI 5/31/2020

In Hawaiian poetry mentions of rain or rains may signify joy, life, growth, greenery, love, good fortune (light rains, mist), grief, sorrow, and tears (heavy rains), the presence of gods or royalty, sex, beauty or hardship.

Some of my favorite Hawaiian rain types:

  • kili, much beloved rain
  • ko’iawe, light moving rain
  • ua nāulu, showery rain
  • ua lani pili, rain downpour
  • ua ho’okina, continuous rain
  • ua hikiki’i, slanting rain
  • ililani, unexpected rain
  • uakoko, rainbow-hued rain
  • Lēhei, leaping rain of upcountry Maui
  • kuāua hope, spring rain
  • ka ua ‘awa, grieving rain
  • ʻeleua, dark rain
  • kuāua, hopeful rain
  • ehu, fine spray rain
  • Lani-paʻina, crackling heavens rain
  • ʻUla-lena, invigorating, yellow & red rain of Maui
  • Mololani, well-kept rain of the Lehua flower & Ohia tree
Writing & Photography by: Katy Claire Funke

W.S Merwin

W.S. Merwin, was a beloved poet and conservationist who lived in near-solitude in Haiku on Maui from 1970 until his death in 2019. His work was highly influenced by his passion for restoration of depleted flora and his connection to the elements on the island. I am looking forward to visiting his plantation soon where he restored hundreds of species of palms.

Merwin wrote several beautiful rain poems. Here is one of my favorites of his:

Rain Travel

I wake in the dark and remember
it is the morning when I must start
by myself on the journey
I lie listening to the black hour
before dawn and you are
still asleep beside me while
around us the trees full of night lean
hushed in their dream that bears
us up asleep and awake then I hear
drops falling one by one into
the sightless leaves and I
do not know when they began but
all at once there is no sound but rain
and the stream below us roaring
away into the rushing darkness


- W.S. Merwin

A moment in the sunrise

I try to never miss a sunrise

to paint my intentions
within a landscape
completely indifferent
to me.

I can seamlessly slip
through the
spiderwebbed cracks
on my little patio

and into the sunlit glow
of a sacred space,

exhaling my prayers
and wildflower hopes
to breathe in peace
made with the day’s
groundlessness;

understanding
the unknowings
and embracing
the chance of showers
through the answers
of Saint Honesty.

I know if I unfurl today
I can wrap myself back up into
our shared sky of peach blossoms
and watch the egret take flight
from its canvas of polished reeds.

It’s here that I find harmony
within an impossible opalescent
distance,

while sipping slowly
at the therapies
of our secret garden …

and for just our moment

gravity shifts
miles into
inches

and I can trace over the ocean
until i find your
fingertips:

like a soft morning kiss .

Bonus Morning #Haikus

Dalí melts the clocks
The sun rises in your eyes
Wind sails to your seas

__________________________

Monet sent lilies
to make a good impression
on his best painting

Claude Monet, 1914, The Waterlilies: Morning

Writing & Photography by: Katy Claire Funke

Synergy & Seal Haikus

Synergy

Before the coral reefs felt pain
and the oceans could speak English

we were as one,
the mountains and I,
as were
the sea lions
and constellations .

Before our spirits
could be sacrificed
for jewels and false images

we exhaled
with the ebbing tides
in waves combined of energies .

God made us
to participate
one body
and one spirit

when stars were space
and space was not
we were
a knitted ball:
immaculate .

Can our molecules remember
through our inner cracks in concrete
that our seeds were scattered to thrive ?

Can our hearts
break our molds
like the ancient banyan trees,

their root-woven wisdoms
still in our eyes ?

I am on a constant quest for Banyan trees these days. Such incredible wonders! I found this beauty on the grounds of the Maui Country Club today.

Seal Haikus

from today’s run-in with an adorable sea lion at Paia’s Ho’okipa Beach:

Splash me with your pearls!
Oh! Paint me like your French girls!
Sea, make art of me!

Waves can’t crash my scene!
Watch me worm and wobble ‘till
I collapse dance shores!

Writing & Photography by: Katy Claire Funke

Exquisitely Dressed / Haikus on the Beach

Exquisitely dressed are the shores
that hem the oceanic abyss:

cashmere sands are iced
in crystalline fishnet nylons

adorned are corsets
with bones of coral
and buttons
of tiffany blue diamonds

effervescent waters
still bubble up
beneath the foam-trimmed tulle

gowns of brackish satin
learn to let go
of their most treasured pearls

skirts of gelatin pirouette
their secrets laced in seaweed

embraced for love
of blue-dipped kisses
in the spring organza breeze

pressed in sands
are footprints
that danced
on jeweled bays

where the sea extends its tides
to gently clear the stage in waves

sweeping beaches slowly back
into a sacredness
of sapphire
depths

as the wind surfs aside couture
into clouds
soft-silken lilac

Haikus

Sun proposed a tan
my skin has yet to accept.
– Forever Pale Girl

The sparkling tides fill
my sight with Gatorade blue’s
quench for hopes renewed

Reflections of you
are seen in shadows by me
missing my best friend.

Writing & Photography by: Katy Claire Funke

Poems for the Earth

In celebration of Earth Day 2020

Comfort

Whenever I feel
my spirit waning
my passion wilting
my belly aching

even greater is
my yearning

to be wrapped within your arms
curled up in the velvet of your blouse
swaddled in the sands of your understanding.

Because lying on your lap
is where I find:
my truth
my vision
my love
my sanctuary.

Invisible Enemies

We cannot see the wind
We cannot see the virus

But we can see the storms
the fallen trees
the fractured families

We can feel the fears
acute
& engulfing

Though the battles are bleak
there are wars we are winning
( curves we are flattening )

both together and alone.

If we can fight for the victory of humanity
can we not do the same for our home?

Dedicated Haiku:

Fiftieth Earth Day?!
Girl don’t look a day over
forty-nine (wink, wink 😉

Rain in the mountains overlooking Iao Valley today

Writing & Photography by: Katy Claire Funke

All photos & video in Wailuku, HI.

Island Life Haikus

#haiku

Plumeria

Pink lemonade paints
sugared fondant to bloom on
nature’s birthday cake

Lured into heavens
by cocoa jasmine citrus
on balmy evenings


Road Crossing Rooster

A lover boy known
for his serenades at dawn
darts across my road

Gelled back James Dean in
amber ebonied feathers
turning heads down streets

Silly bonus haiku:

Pineapple Princess
won the Palm Tree Pageant.
Now she’s Coconut Queen
!

Writing & Photography by: Katy Claire Funke

Photos taken in Wailuku, HI.

Floral Poems

Hope

Collective weary
drooped
in trumpet vines
from the scaffolding
of our swallowed normal,
so today we’ll rest
with the hope of a
brighter tomorrow.

Bloom

Landslides may blanket
my mind in frigid numbness
but roses still bloom.

#haiku

Afterglow

My eyes fall closed
to the repertoire
of dreams
where rests are removed
from fragmented speech.

Our lips hum as one
in the soft blush of sun

& reverie blooms
a sacred perfume
. . .

My eyes fall closed
to the landscape
of my soul
where your song replays
& I’m bathed in afterglow.


Writing & Photography by: Katy Claire Funke

All photos taken in Wailuku, HI 4/11/2020