about haiku (2)

Writing about ‘writing haiku’ captured my imagination.  I woke up scribbling yesterday morning:

Poems float gently

in a breeze of syllables

haiku-dusted sky

From hill to valley

rushing waters stir my heart—

cleansing tears bear joy.

A word plops

on a silent pond

haiku ripple.

This is my second response to Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu Special #1 “The Poet’s Craft”. In this Carpe Diem Haiku Kai episode, guest writer, Kim Russell, invites us to write haiku about writing haiku.

Four twigs

This a collection of 17-syllable observations that I wrote in recent weeks:

Roadside stacks of brush by farm acres—no space for surplus twigs.

Young boys on ATVs raise clouds of dust spinning around my washed car.

Life is more simple when it pours—everything slows except traffic.

Boy rides kayak spinning in surging rapids as father guides from shore.

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Life is poetry

Life is poetry

Life is music

Life is art, dance….

Each speck

Each peccadillo

Each laugh, each tear

Each flower

Each breath

Each moment

Each eternity

Is

Is poetry

a river of being

Alive

River and spray,

Flame and ash,

Song and echo,

Home and journey,

Everything and

nothing at all.

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If feelings of déjà vu are coming up for you, you may  have heard Cid Corman’s three-line poem titled ‘The Call’ (at the link scroll down to find the poem–it opens with ‘Life is poetry’. Or you may have heard these words attributed to Leonard Cohen:  ‘Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash’. Both Cid Corman’s poem and Leonard Cohen’s quote resonate with me.

 

Meanings

In symbols, clustered stars, far meaning hides

In poems, wordless messages reside

literal sense afloat or cast aside—

And sometimes words and form together glide

In serendipity gates open wide.

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This is my response to Jane Dougherty’s 50th Poetry Challenge: ‘Fifty’.  She will be taking a break from hosting challenges for a while.  I would like to express my profound gratitude for the challenges she has offered. For me it was a weekly writing workshop, an opportunity to learn and experiment with aspects of form I would not have tackled on my own.

The form proposed for this week is called a ‘Fifty’:  five lines of 10 syllables each. Each line must rhyme.  Combining a long syllable count with rhyme requirements was by no means effortless for me.  My topic was partly inspired by the image provided with the challenge, but as the poem is not about the image I have not shown it here.

Shadows

I shiver

chilled by the

imposing shadows of

your towering monuments.

How will I write,

write a poem?

You loom so LARGE—

adorned with literary acclaim and

linguistic brilliance!

But here is the sun—

I’ll lean against warm stone and

bask in radiant heat.

44 words makes a Quadrille.  This is my first attempt in response to dVerse #17: Shadow.

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