Bücher von P J Reed

Haiku Nation. Haiku World.Haiku Nation is a breathtaking collection of stunning images and observations of the beautiful Devon countryside and beyond as the seasons change, all captured and written in haiku and senryu verse by the contemporary English poet P.J. Reed. the august sorrowscrumbling cream rose petals fallstolen by the breezedragonfly flutterswings of finest cobweb silkseen we walk awayI am lonelinessthe kind moon watches and sendsme a shadow friend'The Haiku style of poetry within this volume is truly mesmerising. I opened the first page not knowing what to expect and my experience of reading this collection can only be described as bringing an alien in from the cold. The collection has personally inspired me to explore this sub genre of poetry,' DR.'The poems of Haiku Nation offer an intoxicating insight into the ethereal world of haiku...Highly recommended for haiku poetry lovers and for readers in general. A very enjoyable and warm book. Even the dark pieces of work trigger strong emotions. A follow-up volume would be most welcome. Spread the word, P.J. Reed is the haiku poet to read. A contemporary of Vanessa Daou,' Nick Armbrister.

Within the pages of P.J. Reed's gorgeous collection, Haiku Gold, you will find haiku that will transport you to the vibrant Devon countryside in Autumn, from invigorating storms and bonfires to the gentle fall of golden leaves. Above all, Haiku Gold is a celebration of the beauty of autumn.This soul-enhancing book will keep you company for every day of Autumn.A Note From the Poet.'Autumn is my favourite season. A season touched with magic as the faded leaves of summer make way to a dazzling display of golds, reds, and browns. When you walk on a natural carpet of autumnal colours which crunch under your feet. Autumn has its own particular smell too. The fresh smell of raindrops falling on the sun-baked soil which slowly turns soft underfoot. The earthy smell of leaves decomposing into a waiting soil. While ripe apples drop from heavily laden branches scenting the grass with sweet, cidery smells. The warm smell of nighttime fires; of carved pumpkins, burning mountains of fallen leaves, and the sulphur scents of fireworks exploding in the night.I read my poetry at many events and one of major pieces of feedback I received was that people were fascinated to hear was the story behind the haiku. Therefore, scattered throughout this collection are my reminiscences of how the haiku were written,' by P.J. Reed.