Coneflower, Minneapolis, Minnesota, July 2008, photo © 2008-2009 by QuoinMonkey. All rights reserved.
This is the sequel to red Ravine’s haiku (one-a-day), a practice born from reading Clark Strand’s Seeds from a Birch Tree: Writing Haiku and the Spiritual Journey during a year-long Writing Intensive with Natalie Goldberg in Taos, New Mexico. Last year we had a great response from our readers to the practice of writing a haiku or senryu each day, and wanted to continue the practice into the New Year.
The idea for the sequel post came after doing further research on the history of haiku. This year’s challenge is to co-create and build on the poems of other haiku writers, a kind of word play running through the poetic forms of tanka and renga.
haiku & senryu (part one)
Haiku uses simple, direct language, words that evoke a season, and usually incorporates a cutting or pivot word, so that one half of a haiku seems to speak to the other. According to Patterns In Poetry, haiku is closely tied to the Japanese aesthetic of Yugen and the spirituality of Buddhism. It is written in a 17-syllable form (usually three lines of 5-7-5) that looks deceptively simple. Yet if you read the work of the masters like Basho, Buson, and Issa, wandering poets who lived during Japan’s Edo-period (1600-1868), it becomes clear that the practice of haiku can take years to master.
Senryu is similar to haiku but strays from seasonal or nature themes. According to Simply Haiku, senryu focuses on people and portrays characteristics of human beings and foibles, and the psychology of the human mind. Senryu can express human misfortunes or the hardships of humanity, and even when they depict living things or inanimate objects, human attributes are emphasized.
What both haiku and senryu have in common is that they derive from a form of Japanese court poetry called tanka.
Characteristics of haiku:
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17 syllables, 3 lines (with variations for language differences)
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Simple, direct, non-metaphorical language
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Captures a transitory insight or moment in time called satori or the aha moment
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Contains a kigo, an image of nature that evokes a particular season
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Contains a cutting or pivot word that turns the movement of the poem
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Based on experience, speaks of the common, in the moment, just as it is
tanka (part two)
Tanka, the oldest Japanese poetry form, was often written to explore religious or courtly themes and had a structure of five lines with a 5-7-5-7-7 syllable structure. One person would contribute the first three lines (5-7-5) of the tanka, and a different author would complete the poem by composing a 7-7 section and adding a pivot point such as in this tanka from George Knox at Aha! Poetry:
in the check-out line
a worn face ahead of me
turns tentatively. . .
realities of desire
fade in final reckoning
-tanka by George Knox
There is an excerpt from an article, Come Pivot With Me by Jane Reichhold which explains the pivot point or bridge in this way:
The use of a pivot word is a beloved technique from tanka, still being used after 1,300 years, in that form and its much younger grandchild — haiku (only 3 centuries old).
One of the trademarks of a tanka (besides the traditional five lines of 5-7-5-7-7 onji — syllables) is a short poetic statement depicting nature (here it may seem much like something you could call a haiku) which is linked to a designated feeling or emotional attitude of the author. This latter aspect is a basic one dividing the two forms today.
By expressing emotional feelings tanka affirms a connectedness between something unseen but real — our feelings — with the observable world around us. Tanka gives the mind a picture which can, if it is successful, joins for and evokes a felt emotional state.
Characteristics of tanka
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31 syllables, 5 lines
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Write the first section of a tanka (5-7-5), similar to a haiku.
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Another person picks up the first 3 lines and writes a response (or continuation) by composing two lines of 7-7 syllables.
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Can reflect nature or lean toward senryu
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Emotional, contemplative, imaginative, reflective, written to be chanted
Here’s a final example of classic tanka from the same site, translated from the Kokinshu by Donald Keene, and written by Anonymous:
Because there was a seed
A pine has grown even here
On these barren rocks:
If we really love our love
What can keep us from meeting?
-tanka by Anonymous
renga (part three)
Renga (linked elegance) is a form of linked poetry which evolved from tanka, the oldest Japanese poetry form. In renga’s 800 year history it has gone through many ideological changes. (And it was Basho who, after 500 years, snipped off the first three lines of renga to form haiku.)
In renga, one person would often contribute the first three lines (5-7-5) of the poetic chain and a different author would complete the chain by composing a 7-7 section. Then another author would build on the previous 7-7, with another 5-7-5 passage. This chaining of verses or renga, could sometimes add up to hundreds of linked tanka.
The first part of the poem, called hokku or “starting verse,” frequently sets the tone for the rest of the poem, and the authors of hokku often earned the respect and admiration of their fellow poets. By the 19th century, largely through the work of Masaoka Shiki, hokku began to be written and read as individual poems. From the word hokku derives our word haiku.
Characteristics of renga:
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Write the first section of a tanka (5-7-5), similar to a haiku. Hand this poem to another person.
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Second person writes a response (or continuation) by composing two lines of 7-7 syllables. Then the second person hands off the completed tanka to a third person.
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Third person writes another 3 lines of (5-7-5), beginning a new tanka
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Continue in this way until you run out of time or feel that the poem is complete.
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Contains a bridge or pivot point that links to the emotional element
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Don’t try to force the storyline. When writing a response to the previous poem, focus only on the last section of the tanka, not the whole poem.
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Think of each stanza as a springboard from which you are going to jump. The important thing to watch is what happens between the links.
haiku practice
Feel free to drop a haiku into this space anytime, day or night. Or join the word play and collaborative effort of tanka and renga. I’m a novice at the latter two; the first time I read about tanka and renga was when I started the research on this post. I thought it might be fun to explore these ancient forms of linked poetry, and see where the journey takes us.
Also, it’s okay to experiment, break form, and move out of the traditional structures. English syllables translate differently than onji. And according to Richard MacDonald (from his essay What is Tanka?), Japanese poetry is syllabic by nature and not metrical or rhymed, because like the French language, the Japanese language lacks stress accents.
There are different schools of thought about how rigid one should be in counting syllables. From what I have read, it is a matter of personal taste whether to stay close to the Japanese model, or stray from it for personal reasons or aesthetics in order to incorporate the heritage of the West into poetic work. The most important thing is to have fun with it. Last year’s practice was so enjoyable, I can’t wait to see the new collection we have by December!
Option 1 – haiku
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Drop in a haiku or senryu, 17 syllables, 3 lines (with variations for language differences)
Option 2 – tanka
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Grab another poet’s haiku, and write the 2 additional 7 syllable lines to create a tanka
Option 3 – renga
- Grab a tanka created by 2 other poets, and, focusing on the last 2 lines, start the beginning of a new tanka (5-7-5) to be completed by the next poet
DEFINITIONS:
bridge — word, or words leading the reader from the nature image to the statement of emotion
cutting (kireji) – Punctuation mark or word that divides a haiku into two parts. A cutting can be a hyphen, ellipses, colon or a word.
kigo — A seasonal reference in haiku. Usually a kigo has accumulated resonances and associations with earlier haiku and Japanese aesthetics about time.
onji – Japanese syllables. The language differences between Japanese and English are vast and complex. Converting onji to syllables may not always be a one for one process.
pivot word – A word in a haiku poem that changes, or turns the direction of the poem
renga — Japanese poetic form made up of linked tanka verse; the word renga means “linked elegance”
satori – A moment of insight or reflection that emerges in a Haiku poem (usually around the cutting or pivot word)
tanka – Japanese poetic form that is made up of 5 lines with a 5-7-5-7-7 syllable count. Haiku derives from tanka.
yugen — Japanese term for beauty that suggests mystery, depth and a tinge of sadness
RESOURCES USED IN WRITING THIS PIECE:
- Patterns In Poetry - great basic site for haiku, tanka, renga. Distills everything down to the simplest terms. Very helpful when first learning about the concepts.
- Aha! Poetry - In depth reviews and one of the best Internet resources for haiku. Edited by Jane Reichhold; features articles, advice, critiques, contests.
- What Is Tanka? — an essay by Richard MacDonald at Aha! Poetry
- Tanka vs Haiku – by Jane Reichhold at Aha! Poetry
- Seeds from a Birch Tree: Writing Haiku and the Spiritual Journey by Clark Strand — wonderful book for learning about the spiritual practice of haiku and the inspiration for red Ravine’s first haiku (one-a-day) post
- Simply Haiku: A Quarterly Journal of Japanese Short Form Poetry - original contributions from new poets
- The Haiku Society of America - educational resources, contests, and magazine. Founded in 1968 to promote the writing and appreciation of haiku in English.
-posted on red Ravine, Monday, February 9th, 2009






























Holy smokes, I’ve read it twice now and my brain is spinning.
THAT is so much more information that I remember from college writing class more than 30 years ago. Thanks!
Now to get to work on trying one…
the fresh walking stick
adds a beat to the rhythm
of the mountain path
Clark, what a pleasure. Thank you for stopping by. And for the inspiration of your book, Seeds from a Birch Tree. You made my day. Okay, taking a first stab at tanka. Got to jump off some time.
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the fresh walking stick
adds a beat to the rhythm
of the mountain path…
gnarled hole in a yellow ash
quells the newly broken heart
Clark,
I hadn’t thought about haiku for years (since grade school when we learned the strict 5-7-5 pattern). And then, at a Natalie Goldberg workshop two years ago, we read Seeds From a Birch Tree. You broke haiku open for me.
Now it is another source of writing I use to listen. To quiet myself. To become grounded.
I go to a community education exercise class at an elementary school every Monday. Last night I arrived early, and had time to read the writing projects on a bulletin board–all of the work haiku.
I was mostly glad to see children writing in this ancient form– that someone is teaching it. There were even a few haiku that made the leap in the third line.
WOW — THE Clark Strand?! My HERO. Thanks for starting me off on a life-long love affair with haiku. Really.
looking parched and dry
the sleepy brown grass lies still
dreaming thunderstorms
This a a lot to digest, but here goes….
looking parched and dry
the sleepy brown grass lies still
dreaming thunderstorms
waiting silently with hopes
for what is beneath the clouds
You continue to amaze me, QM, with the patient, well-researched posts you provide and how much light they shed. Thank you.
I was struck by the definition for tanka and how haiku derived from it. Tanka seems like a conversation between two wise old friends. Interesting that the conversation between two came before the meditation of one.
Let me reiterate what breathepeace wrote…WOW – The Clark Strand? I think reading that book started a whole bunch of us down the haiku path. Thanks for “Seeds From A Birch Tree.”
I like the counting of syllables and the distillation of an scene into its essence.
alittlediddy, great job. QuoinMonkey, the best distillation of haiku, renga, and tanka that I have ever read (and I just finished a book on the subject). You took the complexity and made it much simpler. Thanks.
And I too was delighted to read Clark Strand’s haiku. Ah, that’s how it is done.
I’d like to pick up a few more books of haiku. How silly of me to not do so yet try to write it myself. I’d never do that with other forms of writing.
Like some of you here, my head is spinning. Lots of info!! I’m familiar with the haiku, senryu, and the tanka. However, the renga is more challenging as I’ve never written one before but have certainly contributed to one! lol
And wonderful pieces, everyone! I like how we’re starting out!
Here’s my offering for the day:
beneath silver skies
trees embrace shyly, leaves brush
aside their blushes
Thanks so much for all the kind words. I still write haiku, though only as a practice, and I publish little poetry. I have a small discussion group that meets Thursday nights in Woodstock, New York, where I’ve lived since 1996. That group was the inspiration for my next book, which comes out from Doubleday at the end of next month. Called HOW TO BELIEVE IN GOD: Whether You Believe in Religion or Not, it offers a post-tribal, mostly Buddhist reading of 30 of the most famous Bible passages and stories. Like Seeds from a Birch Tree, it contains a lot of nature writing.
I’m also starting a blog–WholeEarthGod.com–that’ll go online in a couple of weeks. It welcomes contributions from people of all faiths (or none at all). These days I spend the majority of my time writing or teaching about a subject I call “Green Meditation,” an environmental-based approach to spiritual practice which owes nearly everything to my years of haiku-writing practice. Great to see such wonderful things happening on this blog. Keep up the good work!
Clark,
I’m looking forward to your new book; the title alone has me hooked. I am already “off the hook” for not understanding who/what God is. After decades of church attendance, I still don’t get it.
We have a wonderful bookstore in Minneapolis called Birchbark Books. It’s owned by the Ojibwe author, Louise Erdrich. I’ve called them, and have your book on pre-order. Thanks for mentioning to all your “Seeds” fans.
QM, thank you so much for your article. Great information. I’m going to experiment with tanka.
Clark, your book had a big impact on our writing intensive. I didn’t think I liked haiku so I didn’t think I’d like Seeds from a Birch. Ha. Surprise. I loved it. And I’ve been doing a daily haiku practice ever since, for over two years. What a delight to find you here on Red Ravine! And to have a chance to say thank you, thank you so much, for Seeds and for the gift of haiku.
I love seeing the haikus in this conversation thread. Here’s my contribution.
dead dog in water
we walk by full of our lives
this close to the edge
dead dog in water
we walk by full of our lives
this close to the edge
cautious tip-toe on tightrope
discovering wings, we fly
Clark, thanks so much for stopping by again. And for filling us in on your latest projects. We will definitely look for your book at the end of next month. And keep us posted on when your new blog goes live. ybonesy and I’d love to check it out and to keep our readers informed as well. I’m intrigued by the “Green Meditation” and how it sprang from your haiku practice. Again, thanks from ybonesy and I for your kinds words. I’m particularly heartened by seeing how a writer’s early work, such as your Seeds from a Birch Tree, continues to live on long after it is written. And how the early work informs the later work.
I also want to take a moment to extend my gratitude to Natalie Goldberg who introduced us to Clark Strand’s book (and countless other writers, poets, and artists). Everything she has taught me about having a practice, not only Writing Practice, but haiku, meditation, mandalas, art…whatever we make a practice…has given me so much ground, structure, and inspiration in my life. Deep Bow. Thank you.
I had to do some light research about who Clark Strand is. I mean, the name was so familiar to me, and what do you know? I now feel silly for being the last person to know know who Clark Strand is!!
I am thrilled that you joined us in the ‘ku practice here on redRavine, Clark! And it’s nice meeting you!
Thanks, everyone, for embracing this new post. And thank you, yb and Bob, for your kind words about the distillation of centuries of history into this short blog post. I was telling yb yesterday what a difficult post it was to write. Partly because I am just getting familiar with these concepts myself. And partly, honing it down to one post. So I really appreciate that people are embracing trying the tanka, and, hopefully, moving on to the renga as we go along. It’s all new to me but I am having fun with it.
Bob, what book did you just finish about haiku, renga, tanka? I wondered if it was one of the ones that breathepeace left in a comment in mid-January (LINK). I want to purchase the ones she mentioned on haiku and poetry. (Oh, and just as a sidenote, the Silko book is one of my faves, well-written and the structure is so different than anything else I’ve read.)
From breathepeace’s comment:
beneath silver skies
trees embrace shyly, leaves brush
aside their blushes
rain drips off white wooden eaves
a dark childhood memory
QM, that is a beautiful completion to my ‘ku. And this is a fabulous post, albeit it does take a lot of time to digest!
I can’t wait to see how this post will evolve throughout this year! I’m sure it will be lovely and fun.
Awesome post. I’ve read the Silko book, too, and it is an all time favorite. I just put breathepeace’s other recommendation into my library’s hold system. So it looks like I’ll have some yummy reading in a few days. Thanks.
I wanted to come back to this post & I must say, this is so new to me. I’m really looking forward to this new feature!
Thanks to QM & Clark Strand for introducing me to these practices! I have written many haiku, but now I want to do more & more!
Love this! D
early laughter-green
grows between a warm change
time never walks past love
early laughter-green
grows between a warm change
time never walks past love
it is written in the skies
a heart shaped moon in your eyes
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QM, thank you for this course in ‘ku.
You are distilling the wisdom for us.
Clark, I am stunned to read your haiku and hear
about your latest book. What a joyful surprise
to learn about where you are in the world… right here on
redRavine!
a moment to write
after tucking in three girls
i choose sleep instead
hiding in the news
on poets and presidents
poem for abe lincoln
squirreled tree
encases words of love
down memory lane
@Laura: Lovely completion to my senryu.
Last night our Poetry Group celebrated 1 year of reading poetry and sitting in silence together. The last poet to round out the year was Billy Collins. These 3 haiku sprang from the silence between poems. I scribbled them down with a Space Pen in a lime green SuperGirl notepad I borrowed from Liz. Gratitude to the lineage of poets and writers who came before us.
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LINEAGE
sitting on the couch
minding my own business
listening to a poem
Billy Collins hums,
“startling brevity of life,”
streetlight shines like moon
wandering poets
silently walk the mountains
all writers as one
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Was terribly busy these past few days and didn’t get to a computer.
Here’s mine for today:
not yet sunrise
lifting gray pages from clouds
wind and blackbirds
not yet sunrise
lifting gray pages from clouds
wind and blackbirds
giving way to bright sunshine
celebrate family, friends
Sorry if I messed this up for you Lotus, I was going to change it some, but this just flowed out…D
@alittlediddy: I really like the twist you got there, especially the thought of “giving way to bright sunshine.” I’m glad you caught that feeling I was hinting at!
Here’s mine for today:
jagged crevice
seeks to be covered in mud
cold shoulder
diddy, I think you’re doing a great job on the tanka. It’s so much fun for me to read these. Thanks to all who are contributing to this post. I look forward to a great year.
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jagged crevice
seeks to be covered in mud
cold shoulder
wraps a veiled, shroud-like shadow;
Monday’s blues turn to Tuesday
a moment to write
after tucking in three girls
i choose sleep instead
slip into the winter’s dark
three girls grow up in my dream
@QM: I too am having lots of fun with the tanka that we build upon the haiku/senryu.
It’s almost like freedom of association.
mountain stands erect
as landmark for fishermen
through the claws of waves
early laughter-green
grows between a warm change
time never walks past love
it is written in the skies
a heart shaped moon in your eyes
I think of your eyes:
like the winter sea, and shape
my heart by the moon
mountain stands erect
as landmark for fishermen
through the claws of waves
man still strives for survival
nature prevents the landslide
staring at fire flames
dancing to the harmony
lost in the music
stranger, so happy to see you here again. And wonderful that you moved into the linked poetry of renga. Thank you. I’m going to follow your lead.
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early laughter-green
grows between a warm change
time never walks past love
it is written in the skies
a heart shaped moon in your eyes
I think of your eyes:
like the winter sea, and shape
my heart by the moon…
sirens wake to crashing waves,
eerie melody haunts me.
early laughter-green
grows between a warm change
time never walks past love
it is written in the skies
a heart shaped moon in your eyes
I think of your eyes:
like the winter sea, and shape
my heart by the moon…
sirens wake to crashing waves,
eerie melody haunts me.
heartstrings cut shorter
the distance of your voice
alluring in charm, bliss
pug on a long leash
lunges for horse pie morsels
no, i yank her back
february wind
delivers whopping ear aches
when i walk hatless
I’m going to try tanka with ybonesy’s last entry. I apologize in advance.
february wind
delivers whopping ear aches
when i walk hatless
still, i reflect that it is
better than going earless
@Robert: Hehe, that made me laugh. Your sense of humor always leaks through in your senryu…and now with a tanka!
balmy wind peels off
honeysuckle petals–
a butterfly
pug on a long leash
lunges for horse pie morsels
no, I yank her back
playing follow the leader
in hopes of finding a cake
diddy and Robert, both delightful tanka coming out of my original haiku.
I love the humor, and yes Robert, it would be worse to walk earless, wouldn’t hear the birds and the horses, they always greet us with loud snorts. Although I felt a bit like I was resenting my ears by the end of the walk, they were hurting so much.
diddy, Sony would love pie or cake made of digested grass. And my big dogs love to roll in it. What could be the appeal? I wonder.
yb, because it is delicious (to them, of course) & full of nutrients. Trust me, been there with Abbey! D
Robert Morse, so happy to see you. Your tanka does make me smile. Like Lotus mentions, your humor always shines through.
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cold puffs of hot breath
snowflake like a tumbleweed
flies off the green hood
lonely chirp
disrupts the turquoise sky
flight of mind
sending messages
colorful frayed prayer flags
I hear only wind
6 inches of snow
tufts of white blow off branches
kindling spring fever
[Hi all, nice to be here too.]
early laughter-green
grows between a warm change
time never walks past love
it is written in the skies
a heart shaped moon in your eyes
I think of your eyes:
like the winter sea, and shape
my heart by the moon…
sirens wake to crashing waves,
eerie melody haunts me.
heartstrings cut shorter
the distance of your voice
alluring in charm, bliss
will I know, upon some far,
galactic shore, surfing still
a~lotus, may I add a little?
beneath silver skies
trees embrace shyly, leaves brush
aside their blushes;
shyness disappears
and color returns to cheek
romance becomes bold
Oops!
I didn’t do that correctly…did a 5,7,5 instead of 7,7
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6 inches of snow
tufts of white blow off branches
kindling spring fever…
longing to feel warmth again
with eyes closed I picture you
february wind
delivers whopping ear aches
when i walk hatless;
why do i treat myself so?
now i feel sorry for me
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oliverowl, so happy you are back! Liz was glad to talk to you today. How do you like the tanka and renga? I am finding it kind of fun.
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6 inches of snow
tufts of white blow off branches
kindling spring fever…
longing to feel warmth again
with eyes closed I picture you
hiking Midwest woods
walking stick made of ironwood
punches through the ice
ybonesy and all, there’s a new comment thread feature from WordPress that I just turned on. It might help with the haiku, tanka, renga threads in this post. Let’s see how we like it. It does seem to confuse some of the old comments though. With the new feature, you have to reply to the post of the person you are speaking to in order to get the nest. Not sure if we’ll like it yet or not. I’m replying now to a haiku from diddy from a few days ago. Well, we’ll try it out! Our readers can let us know if they like the comment threading. I think it’s supposed to help with the fact that they took the numbered comments away.
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staring at fire flames
dancing to the harmony
lost in the music
chimney draft, a single spark
escapes into the dark night
ybonesy and readers, I just tried the new comment thread feature on a tanka reply to a haiku from diddy from the February 17, 2009 at 9:42 pm. It took the comment and moved it up about 5 days back. Not sure if I’m going to like that the comments are jumping around in time with the nesting. The time jumps are confusing. Seems like continuing linear commenting but adding the thread line might be more helpful. May turn the threading off again. We’ll see after today.
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qm, I’m feeling challenged; and a good feeling of stretching to wrap my mind around these new (to me,) forms of poetry. Hope you approve of mey “add-ons.”
hiking Midwest woods
walking stick made of ironwood
punches through the ice…
piercing into a cold heart
that will not accept my love
@_@ <— My shocked expression, except that that this time, it’s a mild one. I thought something had happened to the comments section until QM explained what happened. Thanks for the heads up! To be perfectly honest, I like the comment feature before all of that. lol
brain teaser
like a child’s pinwheel
hot day turns windy
early laughter-green
grows between a warm change
time never walks past love
it is written in the skies
a heart shaped moon in your eyes
I think of your eyes:
like the winter sea, and shape
my heart by the moon…
sirens wake to crashing waves,
eerie melody haunts me.
heartstrings cut shorter
the distance of your voice
alluring in charm, bliss
will I know, upon some far,
galactic shore, surfing still
nights I write away
damp smudges sealed in bottles:
puckered fish in nets
A~Lotus, yes, I agree. So does ybonesy. We went back to our old comment thread. The nesting is too confusing because it jumps around in time. Too hard to follow once you get a number of comments going. It also looks a lot cleaner without the nesting. So it’s back to business as usual!
oliverowl, yes! I’m keeping the renga going.
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6 inches of snow
tufts of white blow off branches
kindling spring fever…
longing to feel warmth again
with eyes closed I picture you
hiking Midwest woods
walking stick made of ironwood
punches through the ice…
piercing into a cold heart
that will not accept my love
confused robins fly
gray rabbit munches brown leaves
nothing goes to waste
early laughter-green
grows between a warm change
time never walks past love
it is written in the skies
a heart shaped moon in your eyes
I think of your eyes:
like the winter sea, and shape
my heart by the moon…
sirens wake to crashing waves,
eerie melody haunts me.
heartstrings cut shorter
the distance of your voice
alluring in charm, bliss
will I know, upon some far,
galactic shore, surfing still
nights I write away
damp smudges sealed in bottles:
puckered fish in nets;
the loss is too much to bear,
floating behind hollow eyes.
the darkening sky
carries the promise of rain
with each shade of gray
early laughter-green
grows between a warm change
time never walks past love
it is written in the skies
a heart shaped moon in your eyes
I think of your eyes:
like the winter sea, and shape
my heart by the moon…
sirens wake to crashing waves,
eerie melody haunts me.
heartstrings cut shorter
the distance of your voice
alluring in charm, bliss
will I know, upon some far,
galactic shore, surfing still
nights I write away
damp smudges sealed in bottles:
puckered fish in nets;
the loss is too much to bear,
floating behind hollow eyes.
weaving from afar
is how we travel through dreams–
koi in silver lakes
@oliverowl: Add away!
I’m glad and flattered that my haiku and senryu could be used as a creative springboard! I try to be subtle yet mysterious and open at the same time.
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the darkening sky
carries the promise of rain
with each shade of gray,
the sun shines from the center
of a wounded cottonwood
Lovely.
finding my sea legs
with simple five-seven-five
then i’ll try tanka
chasing jackrabbit
tan mongrel trots through sagebrush
following it’s scent
the darkening sky
carries the promise of rain
with each shade of gray,
the sun shines from the center
of a wounded cottonwood
wrapped around hands,
one finds rings of promise
broken tree bark
@yb: I’m so happy that you’ve been joining us for all of this Japanese form challenge!
I’ve been enjoying your haiku and senryu.
6 inches of snow
tufts of white blow off branches
kindling spring fever…
longing to feel warmth again
with eyes closed I picture you
hiking Midwest woods
walking stick made of ironwood
punches through the ice…
piercing into a cold heart
that will not accept my love
confused robins fly
gray rabbit munches brown leaves
nothing goes to waste
as nature and emotions
get recycled by seasons
deoxygenated
garbled messages inflate
to sheep over fence
the darkening sky
carries the promise of rain
with each shade of gray,
the sun shines from the center
of a wounded cottonwood
wrapped around hands,
one finds rings of promise
broken tree bark;
skin wrinkled and creased with age
releases bountiful seeds
chasing jackrabbit
tan mongrel trots through sagebrush
following it’s scent
the seeking can offer more
peace of mind than the finding
red bird on thin wire
freefloats above the flailing
human suffering
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we rise from ashes
gravity on crosses
then return to ashes
wind whips through bare elms
storm brewing from Wyoming
Heartland hunkers down
chasing jackrabbit
tan mongrel trots through sagebrush
following its scent
the seeking can offer more
peace of mind than the finding
cave bear hibernates
two cubs spring from her loins
February birth
Winter taunts flowers
With days like spring; early buds
Struck down by new cold.
the darkening sky
carries the promise of rain
with each shade of gray,
the sun shines from the center
of a wounded cottonwood
wrapped around hands,
one finds rings of promise
broken tree bark;
skin wrinkled and creased with age
releases bountiful seeds
buried deep,
seeds take root and stretch,
circling a pond
the darkening sky
carries the promise of rain
with each shade of gray,
the sun shines from the center
of a wounded cottonwood
wrapped around hands,
one finds rings of promise
broken tree bark;
skin wrinkled and creased with age
releases bountiful seeds
buried deep,
seeds take root and stretch,
circling a pond
February snowstorm drips
concentric rings, wheel of life
chasing jackrabbit
tan mongrel trots through sagebrush
following its scent
the seeking can offer more
peace of mind than the finding
cave bear hibernates
two cubs spring from her loins
February birth
cycle of life continues
once again, all life reborn
the darkening sky
carries the promise of rain
with each shade of gray,
the sun shines from the center
of a wounded cottonwood
wrapped around hands,
one finds rings of promise
broken tree bark;
skin wrinkled and creased with age
releases bountiful seeds
buried deep,
seeds take root and stretch,
circling a pond
February snowstorm drips
concentric rings, wheel of life
lonely morning fish
ripples the quiet pond,
breaking sunlight
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picking up speed
the wind races with dark clouds
moon sliver looks on
snowpack covers roof
reflections of winter sun
long moonlight shadows
Winter taunts flowers
With days like spring; early buds
Struck down by new cold.
On the south embankment of
the railway, first daffs shout SPRING!
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heavy snow, strong winds
just last week the smell of spring
winter packs a punch
in the wind
leaves from trees flutter on edge
sudden flap of wings
sunrise crows calling
mild weather hints of springtime
life begins to boil
past midnight
dust steals away eyes;
sudden awakening
chasing jackrabbit
tan mongrel trots through sagebrush
following its scent
the seeking can offer more
peace of mind than the finding
cave bear hibernates
two cubs spring from her loins
February birth
cycle of life continues
once again, all life reborn
fresh perspective
between gnarls of trees, sieves of leaves
sunrise meets the lake
Winter taunts flowers
With days like spring; early buds
Struck down by new cold.
On the south embankment of
the railway, first daffs shout SPRING!
hybrid tea roses
topped with bucketed snow hats
curse lingering frost
heavy snow, strong winds
just last week the smell of spring
winter packs a punch;
thawed dreams of black-eyed susans,
restless thoughts of wanting more.
heavy snow, strong winds
just last week the smell of spring
winter packs a punch;
thawed dreams of black-eyed susans,
restless thoughts of wanting more.
dreams of longing
tucked under lashes and lips–
words run towards margins
I’m sharing two today:
feathers in the air,
distance makes trees soft to land
feet first then head
past sunset
from foliage top to root,
wings become earthbound
green tips of iris
poke up from winter garden
testing for spring air
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arch over table
angel wings holding my heart
wild orchid dreams
sunny warm morning
practice flexibility
snow for tomorrow
on a cloudy day
parabolic smiles intersect
line of gaze
heavy snow, strong winds
just last week the smell of spring
winter packs a punch;
thawed dreams of black-eyed susans,
restless thoughts of wanting more.
dreams of longing
tucked under lashes and lips–
words run towards margins,
black and white letters jump off,
mind stops — scrambles to make sense.
woodpecker awake
morning doves sing on branches
sun salutations
two tall red roses
side by side in a wall vase
waiting for water
look out the window
juniper bush bobs and weaves
darn! a windy day
small breeze waves spruce limbs
grey morning sky holds promise:
afternoon flurries
sunshine through slits
the eyes flicker and hold peace
like unwritten notes
heavy snow, strong winds
just last week the smell of spring
winter packs a punch;
thawed dreams of black-eyed susans,
restless thoughts of wanting more.
dreams of longing
tucked under lashes and lips–
words run towards margins,
black and white letters jump off,
mind stops — scrambles to make sense.
following signs (blindly),
racing around cul-de-sacs
the mind, unnerved
heavy snow, strong winds
just last week the smell of spring
winter packs a punch;
thawed dreams of black-eyed susans,
restless thoughts of wanting more.
dreams of longing
tucked under lashes and lips–
words run towards margins,
black and white letters jump off,
mind stops — scrambles to make sense.
following signs (blindly),
racing around cul-de-sacs
the mind, unnerved
reaches for a sense of peace,
silent shelter from the storm.
tinge of sunlight
branches heavy with leaves
sky and earth synthesize
grey foggy morning
cottonwood branches reaching
through haze like blind men
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penetrating fog
icy sleet pings the window
where I sit and write
breathepeace & QM: Wow, both of your haiku/senryu about the fog are lovely and deep. I enjoyed reading them!!
It’s funny as I too have a fog senryu:
before sunrise
fog clings to trees like cobwebs
joggers break through
blown from shingled roofs
on windy walk to mailbox
snow flurries swirling
Don’t say ‘bursting out’
Spring busts out! A jailbreak from
Old winter’s slammer.
Robert Morse — Love your exuberant description of spring! Oh, how I wish that it was bustin’ out here!
We’re still in winter’s slammer …
@breathepeace: Wow, really? You should deliver a package of snow to me!! I wouldn’t mind some!!
@Robert: Lovin’ the humor! An unexpected twist, I like it!
on the windshield
raindrops collide, weave around
legs of ladybug
Oh, boy, Robert, we are still in winter’s slammer, too! It’s -2, icy and slick and snowy, and the wind howled all night long. It’s good to imagine that it’s Spring in another part of this country and the world.
Thanks to all who visit here. I so enjoy waking up every morning and reading new haiku, tanka, renga. It’s a great gift that you keep coming back!
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crystals of cracked ice
sitting between two windows
contemplating Spring
blown from shingled roofs
on windy walk to mailbox
snow flurries swirling,
black metal door frozen shut,
how will I read my letters?
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dangling tree swing rope
long shadows across snow lawn
sun obscures full moon
two bright full moons shine
from dark sky and calm water
only one ripples
QM and breathepeace: Beautiful haiku! I think we all got the haiku/senryu fever going on as we are all walking in the same universe! Once again, I wrote a haiku that has the “moon” in it, just like the both of you!! I wrote it while playing with my magnetic words on my board a few minutes before I left work to go home. How cool is that?
a little storm
why night amuses the moon
open hope, little faith
A~Lotus, it’s true, isn’t it? How we often write about the same things in nature, from opposite ends of the world, because nature works the same everywhere, bless her heart. Thank goodness for something that consistent and grounding around us.
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winter storm over
temps 3 degrees and rising
moon sets in the west
writer at her desk
pondering the Universe
forgetting cold feet
I hope that made sense to you! I just happen to get those Eureka moments where everything just clicks and fits together like a puzzle! lol
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chilly day in March
flip-flops back to the closet
sweaters go out
use shovel or rake
winter-spring tug-o’-war game
caught in the middle
cold rain, thick fog
edgy trees become softer
against passing firetruck
The moon/June lovers
Falling from their lofty perch
Yelled ‘May day! May day!’
rain showers
chaotic world becomes mute
under their songs
I wrote 2 today!
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smell of wet and cold
brushstrokes across the Orient
the heart cartwheels
gentle spring rain
voice accented with earth
a balm for heartache
heavy snow, strong winds
just last week the smell of spring
winter packs a punch;
thawed dreams of black-eyed susans,
restless thoughts of wanting more.
dreams of longing
tucked under lashes and lips–
words run towards margins,
black and white letters jump off,
mind stops — scrambles to make sense.
following signs (blindly),
racing around cul-de-sacs
the mind, unnerved
reaches for a sense of peace,
silent shelter from the storm.
faint rainbow
storm leaves the sun in its wake
upon the relieved brow
heavy snow, strong winds
just last week the smell of spring
winter packs a punch;
thawed dreams of black-eyed susans,
restless thoughts of wanting more.
dreams of longing
tucked under lashes and lips–
words run towards margins,
black and white letters jump off,
mind stops — scrambles to make sense.
following signs (blindly),
racing around cul-de-sacs
the mind, unnerved
reaches for a sense of peace,
silent shelter from the storm.
faint rainbow
storm leaves the sun in its wake
upon the relieved brow;
blue sky streaked with rainwater
prism changes everything.
thief in the night
coats dust on doors of dreams
morning gives fresh view
gray skies again
open rain curtains for rainbows
with a pinch of luck
P.S. Happy St. Patty’s Day, red Raviners!!
steam rising from cup
sleeping in leaves me groggy
got the morning blues
afternoon pulses
beginning of something new
worn thoughts letting go
Happy St. Patty’s to you, too, lotus!
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gray skies again
open rain curtains for rainbows
with a pinch of luck
and a bucket of hard work,
we’ll all share the pot of gold!
water beads on skin
out the window two leaves swirl
in the bone dry wind
The moon/June lovers
Falling from their lofty perch
Yelled ‘May day! May day!’
Yet later that December,
set the Winter nights on fire.
brighter days
trees never looked so greener
and fuller with nests
filled with aqua light,
the world in tie-dyed softness
adieu to rain
@QM: That is a beautiful haiku: “water beads on skin”.
a thousand miles
walk by faith, nature, and art
beauty transcends human
vernal equinox
morning freshness through the soul
sunburst in our eyes
brevity
fantasies capture more meaning
than a poet’s pen
femininity
crescents on nails gone
pink flush
P.S. Happy World Poetry Day!
What I wrote below is not a renga, haiku, or senryu. I was just doing 9-8-7 syllable count.
World Poetry Day
science is logical common sense
poetry makes self more human
art is nature on canvas
During these hard times
Why lean and mean? How about
Slender and tender?
Wonderful, Robert. I’m going to try that!
A~Lotus, Happy World Poetry Day to you. And thanks for the commemorative poem. Gearing up for National Poetry Month coming up!
It’s been a great weekend here. Cool but sunny.
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finch feeder hopping,
two young squirrels take flying leaps –
oaks form Grand Canyon
vernal equinox
morning freshness through the soul
sunburst in our eyes;
New Moon, stars out of hiding
blink across the Milky Way.
three swans float on Sound
white moons, blue water, iced toes
stars bright in your eyes
I think Robert owns the art of senryu with his sense of humor in the human condition and human nature.
@QM: I am soooo ready for NaPoWriMo (for National Poetry Writing Month) myself! This will be my second time doing this challenge–a poem a day! Woohoo!
And plus, I’ll still be doing this haiku/senryu/renga challenge as well!
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vernal equinox
morning freshness through the soul
sunburst in our eyes;
New Moon, stars out of hiding
blink across the Milky Way.
tangible yet far,
fantasies pinned on a star
like spilt milk
@QM: For the last photo of the previous Haiku Daily Challenge, what is that tree called, if you don’t mind me asking? I’m trying to write a poem and it is somewhat significant as I dreamt about a tree like that during my nap today. I’d like to know! Thank you!
Once I finish with this poem, I’ll share it with you and yb.
A~Lotus, the tree in red Ravine’s Haiku (one-a-day) (LINK) from last year is a river birch or water birch. There are several kinds of birches and this one likes to be in swampy areas or near water. I love the scaly, papery bark on the river birches. It’s in sharp contrast to some of the smoother bark on the white birch. I read you can make syrup from the insides of the river birch. And I’ve written poetry on some of the bark that has peeled off. It makes good paper in a pinch! Look forward to your poem when you complete it. Dreaming of the river birch sounds like a good way to spend a nap.
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clouds melt into fog
another gray rainy day
Minnesota weeps
Beautiful, Laura.
A~Lotus, I admire that you are tackling NaPoWriMo for the second year in a row. What a great poetry practice. You go!
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vernal equinox
morning freshness through the soul
sunburst in our eyes;
New Moon, stars out of hiding
blink across the Milky Way.
tangible yet far,
fantasies pinned on a star
like spilt milk…
crying for what has been lost,
yearning for that yet to come.
skies heavy with thought
yet sunlight pours through in halos
around birch trees
@QM: Yes, I had a dream of a birch tree while I was sleeping. I would say that it was an interesting, yet surreal experience. More details to follow once I tidy up my poem so that it could make some sense!
It’s kind of hard to find the right words though, so I’m still playing around with this particular poem. Thank you so much for the link to the previous ‘ku challenge and the info about birch trees! Interestingly enough, I have a river birch at the hospital where I work at. I’d always wondered what it was called! Now I know.
Also, I love the new renga we have going on.
belated fury
snow predicted yesterday
comes with howling wind
Thanks, lotus. I really enjoy the tanka and renga, too. It stretches me into new territory. Love the birch tree dream. Will look forward to your poem. Beautiful birch haiku.
breathepeace, I think that same storm hit here in the form of gray wind and rain.
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belated fury
snow predicted yesterday
comes with howling wind,
knocking cobwebs from the brain
where I obsess on writing.
blows of the wind
knock over hopeful heart once
again, edge of seat
blows of the wind
knock over hopeful heart once
again, edge of seat
giving in, I forge ahead
reality takes me there
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blows of the wind
knock over hopeful heart once
again, edge of seat
giving in, I forge ahead
reality takes me there
squall howls through door cracks
flakes of snow dot the brown grass
roar of March madness
blows of the wind
knock over hopeful heart once
again, edge of seat
giving in, I forge ahead
reality takes me there
squall howls through door cracks
flakes of snow dot the brown grass
roar of March madness
describes basketball play-offs
and unpredictable spring
lol. lovely renga, breathepeace.
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warm hands and cold feet
going to dinner with friends
does a body good
cool, mellow day
seeing things in yellow-green,
contrast to dull skies
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braving a blizzard
to feast on sunflower seeds
house finch on feeder
lightning pendulum
air molecules dance in rhythm,
send down raindrops
Sharing a tanka today, which is written for the NAMI Walk I’m participating in May.
Many people say the mind is a dangerous thing, but I fully believe that it is ALWAYS A VALUABLE thing.
If you would like to donate on my behalf, please follow the link below:
http://www.nami.org/namiwalks09/HOU/kathyun
Thank you for the support!
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Like dandelions,
neurons nourish our senses,
dreams disperse to stars,
but until they gray with age,
nothing after that matters.
It should have said “Some people” not “Many people” in the above comment.
“Some people say that the mind is a dangerous thing, but I fully believe that it is ALWAYS A VALUABLE thing.”
Oy, I feel silly when I make generalization mistakes like this.
lifting veils of dew
winds must have blown away the clouds
clear blue skies
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A~Lotus, I really like that last tanka written for the NAMI Walk in May. What a worthy cause. There is so much stigma connected to all forms of mental illness. I didn’t know the National Alliance on Mental Illness sponsored walks like that. I wish you well toward reaching your goal.
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blows of the wind
knock over hopeful heart once
again, edge of seat
giving in, I forge ahead
reality takes me there
squall howls through door cracks
flakes of snow dot the brown grass
roar of March madness
describes basketball play-offs
and unpredictable spring
sunny Sunday skies
splash blue calm before the storm
Red River holds still
[...] -related to post: haiku 2 (one-a-day) [...]
hopeful April dreams
bring showers of comfort
under the foliage
bound in stilettos
tired tiny feet draws purpose
on seizing chances
@QM: Yes, there is so much more to mental illness. It’s only that I started working at a psychiatric hospital that I realize the sad reality of mental illnesses and disorders. And yes, I’m so excited about this event!
take music through time
as you dream of gentle hands
blind to the ugly
A~Lotus, I admire that you are doing that kind of work. I’ve been researching a little of the history of psychiatric hospitals and we have come a long way from the past. You are walking for a good cause.
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wind whips oak branches
snow flakes fly past the window
Spring as April Fool
take music through time
as you dream of gentle hands
blind to the ugly;
out of dark cracks and crannies,
beauty reaches for the light
your face wilts so soon
with dark ink against sunlight
pansies for your thoughts
A~Lotus, that last haiku is especially lovely.
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kissed by the Sun’s breath
hovering around freezing
Winter’s last hurrah
constant low rumble
noisy invisible wind
swishes through spruce trees
sudden downpour
vision sinks below horizon
but flowers look up
@QM: Thank you! I didn’t realize what an effect it has until I read it again today. I sort of forgot that I’ve written it!!
Anyway, I’ve noticed that you have gotten stronger with tanka!!
You have such interesting “endings” to the haiku/senryu when completing the tanka. I hope that made sense.
I just picked up Clark Strand’s new book at Birchbark Books: How To Believe in God, Whether You Believe in Religion Or Not. The Ralph Waldo Emerson quote on the first page:
“God builds his temple in the heart on the ruins of churches and religions.”
morning wind dance
elegant scent attracts a heart,
melts lips and toes
Teri, that’s exciting about the new Clark Strand book. I will look forward to hearing more as you get more into it. Wonderful.
A~Lotus, yep, makes sense. And thanks!
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birds swing on black wire
fresh air through open window
dog barking below
black sky out windows
darkness engulfs city lights
twinkling like rogue stars
quiet morning
how golden hoa mai* looks
as sun peeks through curtains
*”Hoa mai” is a yellow apricot flowering plant in Vietnamese.
my complete person
more than the sum of my scars
not whole without them
white fantasy world
snow drift blankets garden bed
in Wyoming spring
Patty welcome! Hoa mai sounds wonderful lotus. breathepeace, your storm must have blown our way.
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oak trees wear a coat
3 inches of sticky snow
squirrel tracks dot the deck
under the sun
ferns and palms dance with delight
aloe holds them steady
spring afternoon
tidal waves through rooftops
wind orchestra
death knocks at the door
April sun peers through clear glass
I’m chilled to the bone
dark Death came and went
leaving Sun and Wind behind;
Kaia, rest in peace
@QM: Sounds like a beloved passed away. Not sure if it’s a person or a pet. Either way, giving my sympathies. *hugs*
dipped in navy ink,
the moon is almost too full
of poetic howls
newspaper woman
in dirty T-shirt and shorts
her home at crossroads
at noon rest
voice huddles of nostalgia
life on pause
generosity
smiles color in someone’s day
mirror of yourself
snow pocket lingers
full moon reflects off branches
of long oak shadows
A~Lotus, thank you. A friend’s cat lost to the call of Spirit; and ours is not feeling well. Been a long week!
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dipped in navy ink,
the moon is almost too full
of poetic howls,
dripping with rolling thunder,
skipping beats behind the stars
childlike delight
among perforated palm trees
fluttering colors
@QM: Get some rest! I can imagine what a week it must have been for you! *hugs* By the way, lovely tanka! Lovely ending! Now I’m going to see a way if I can continue it so it could be a renga. We’ll see as I find it sometimes it’s too beautiful without continuation!
between words
awkward spaces buffer silence
glimpses of undertones
Thanks, lotus. I did rest yesterday after taking Chaco to the U of M for more tests. Took a well-needed break. You are rocking with the poetry!
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Midwest Spring unfolds
sun peeks around the corner,
birdfeeders empty
oiled sunflower seeds
and two dancing cardinals
waiting in the wings
It’s beautiful here today. Feels like Spring. Here’s a Spring haiku by Issa from Haiku — Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets translated by R.H. Blyth:
This ramshackle house,
And me just the same as ever —
The first day of spring.
— ISSA
@QM: Issa’s work is wonderful! I’m glad you posted one for our reading pleasure.
On a much heavier note, this is the second time that this has happened to me this month. Today has been a frustrating day, but I am very fortunate to have it happen at the right time, right place, and there’s the right kind of people helping me change my tire!!
Hope you notice my pun in this Easter season!
And happy Easter to all!
pain in the rear (tire)
collecting second nail
in time for Easter
at the gazebo
rain sheets interrupt chi flow
(brain)storm strikes
sounds of rebirth
morning poet’s solo
after weekend thunderstorm
A~Lotus, I hope it worked out with your flat tire! I had one about a month ago. I seem to run over a nail ever once in a while. But I have that Emergency Roadside Service so that really helps in those situations. BTW, I did get your Easter pun. Pretty clever with the nail.
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sounds of rebirth
morning poet’s solo
after weekend thunderstorm;
gray skies follow muted sun
writer’s got the Monday blues
light breeze
birch leaves bend
around the road
in spring rain
shrubs appear greener than
in sunny days
I really don’t know where to post this, but this was one of the birch tree poems I’ve written for NaPoWriMo:
http://alotus-poetry.livejournal.com/71659.html
And I still need to go back to the other birch tree poem I was working on (the one I discussed somewhere in here)…
dry leaves
kicked to the curb
leaf blower
Nice work on the birch tree poem A~Lotus. I checked out your link. Origami trees.
I’ve been so behind in reading and commenting this week. I did walk the labyrinth Tuesday though. So refreshing. It was 63 degrees and sunny. Here are a couple of haiku from that walk.
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lying dead center
staring up at midday sun
red Converse All-Stars
warm tax day breezes
lift Spring buds off cherry tree
blowing cares away
sleeper or writer?
inquiring minds want to know —
masterful silence
across a median
catching eyes and subtlety
earthquake meets the sea
@QM: I’m glad you enjoyed the birch tree poem! Lately, I’ve been so fascinated with it as I always see it outside my window at work. And yes, I did have my tire fixed and all. Here’s to knocking on wood that I won’t get another flat!
I really like the third senryu. It is so peaceful. I need to take a labyrinth walk. I haven’t done so since I graduated from uni 2 years ago! And now, you’ve inspired me to reflect on my experiences with the labyrinth at my uni. I may write a haiku/senryu on it and post it on Twitter or something…
journey through rosettes
the troubled mind
centers its balance
incoming rain
flower in her hair
awaits kisses from clouds
THREE HAIKU CELEBRATING SPRING IN WYOMING
cottonwood tree creaks
under coat of icy sleet
buds, a tight fist, wait
next week trees will bloom
today shoveling deep snow
finches swarm feeder
“yippee — a snow day!”
hearing my children’s voices
call across decades
dreams walk her
to the image of blue space
sip of jasmine tea
@breathepeace: I love the energy vibrating through your haiku and senryu!
Thank you, A~Lotus. It’s a pleasure to jump back into the haiku stream with you!
renewed with sunshine
spring awakens under snow
tiny baby cries
lotus, hope you get to walk the labyrinth there. It changes a person.
breathepeace, I saw all that snow on the news last week. Could not believe it. Much warmer here but rainy today.
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cool inside the house
cats curled into little balls
sprinkles of rain shine
remembering hawk
standing tall on the deck rail
sky high point of view
clarity
as if the storm never happened
sunny skies
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@breathepeace: I surely hope you come back often! I was wondering where you are. I hope life is treating you well!
@QM: If I happen to go back and visit, I’ll write another senryu to commemorate it!
After all, haiku and senryu embody life’s wonderful moments.
between the flesh
purple flowers bloom
a painful bump
Artifice, layer
Atop layer. Pull them back!
There stands Susan Boyle.
from neighbor’s backyard
the loudest midnight bark jolts
outcome of nightmare
Robert Morse, you’re back! I was just thinking about you the other day and wondering if you were still writing the haiku.
A great statement about recent developments in popular culture with Idol and Susan Boyle. I was listening to an NPR show at noon yesterday about her appearance and how some want to make her over. I think she is fine the way she is. No artifice, no layers — she stands exactly as she is.
A~Lotus, that last one is dark. Was it really a nightmare?
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wind no longer blows
the lone rustle of tree tops
to my waiting ears
calm April morning
two squirrels chatter in the oaks —
me, clacking the keys
from neighbor’s backyard
the loudest midnight bark jolts
outcome of nightmare;
sleep deprived, I toss and turn
morning brings sweet dreams.
@QM: No, I didn’t have a nightmare, but goodness, you should’ve heard the commotion in the neighbor’s backyard! I think there were several dogs fighting–very ferociously in fact! I don’t know if any other neighbors heard it! I mean, here I was happily sitting enjoying the silence while reading my book, when everything erupted! That sure gave me the jolt! I like the tanka completion.
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RSVP to Earth
recycling
saves valuable pieces
sunny warm Earth Day
grackles empty four feeders
spring arrives hungry
spring chase
nibbling on pigeon’s feathers
the barrel-chested bird
back from U of M
nibbling on red seedless grapes
Chaco rests on couch
having discipline
is highly over-rated
by those who have none
field of daffodils
hidden behind cedar hedge
who is my neighbor?
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Love it breathepeace!
soft sunset brushstrokes
of linelines in rocks
one falls through golden cracks
EDIT
soft sunset brushstrokes
of LIFELINES in rocks
one falls through golden cracks
Flood Aftermath
at the creek
gone fishing
tow truck reeling in white truck
so cool to rest
spilling out thoughts and dreams
to a pillow that listens
May four days away
still snow falls instead of rain
dreaming daffodils
like ikebana
bamboo spirals towards the heavens
from pebbled water
Hmm, I think it sounds better without the “like.”
EDIT:
ikebana
bamboo spirals towards the heavens
from pebbled water
baring all within hands
succulent as your lips
flesh of a grapefruit
A~Lotus, thanks for holding down the haiku post.
So great to see all your haiku. Tough call on the edited ikebana. Different lines change the meaning slightly. It’s fun to mess around with the editing. That last one is great — flesh of grapefruit.
breathepeace and laura, great to see your haiku here. Love it when you stop by.
I was out of town at a short writing retreat last weekend. Took a break from electronics. Am not quite back in the flow of life yet. It’s so jarring to come home sometimes. I’ve got some clear goals. Now to get going on them.
Here are a couple I wrote in Kansas City, Missouri last weekend:
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white petals in creek
native plants of Missouri
red-winged blackbird twill
wind in sycamores
silver green tree trunk spirals
reaching for the sky
common spiderwort
red buckeye of the Midwest
greets spotted bee-balm
stiff wind blows through hair
swallows page of black notebook
redbuds hold their own
@QM: Welcome back! And of course, writing a haiku/senryu daily has become a meditative ritual for me, so of course, I’ll be lurking around here at least once at day.
Fabulous series of haiku there! It sounds like a relaxing retreat!
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some days
between the white noise
cranes unfold to blank pages
plucked from the tree
juice dribbling off lips
poem-granates: words, words, words
This sounds like something that someone somewhere must have said before. Maybe it was in a fortune cookie.
Apology: Not
A saving grace when you are
Only saving face.
across the table
ping pong ball bounces and clicks
there’s no place like love
@Robert: I think you’re right. I think I may have encountered it on a fortune cookie, too.
But hey, it’s still a good one!
in the mountains
flaming rocks sweep me off my feet
portage to divine kiss
afternoon tea cups
petals of hoa hue* glisten
against the gray skies
(Note: “Hoa hue” is tuberoses in Vietnamese.)
Robert Morse, I like that one! You have such a distinct style with your haiku.
A~Lotus, I didn’t know what a tuberose was so had to look it up. The tuberose (Polianthes tuberosa) is a perennial plant of the agave family Agavaceae, extracts of which are used as a middle note in perfumery. I love how it sounds in Vietnamese.
We did a bunch of yard work yesterday and it felt so good to be out in the yard. We are both quite sore today though. Used muscles I didn’t know I had.
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winged friends abound
wasp lingers near the window
itching for a sting
@QM: Every now and then I slip in bits of my language. It is a way to get connected to my language and culture. I’m glad you like it!
I can imagine all the gardening must be really tiring!! I once did yard work with my family clearing out stuff from the garage and throwing away branches from the backyard from our old house. Now THAT was hard work!! So I can imagine!
Loving your ‘ku.
capturing eloquence
love penned on pixels and space
no tea(rdrop) stains
world in seesaw
carrying bags
under the eyes
afternoon tea cups
petals of hoa hue* glisten
against the gray skies;
ants picnic on tight pink buds,
opening Spring peonies.
break away shy ice
barriers bent and borrowed
misty kisses descend
@QM: Lovely tanka!
I wrote lots today!!
sunset begins
a cheek curls up
into a gentle palm
year of the ox
father’s callous hands covered
in grimy tears
calculus
graphing inflection of words
in seventeen points
belly up
angular legs cut out shapes from clouds
ladybug on a rose
starless night
sipping cup of full moon
in strong black coffee
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For Mother’s Day tribute:
smell of (c)love
twirls from the ruffles of your dress
pink carnations from my heart
A~Lotus, I love the “sipping cup of full moon” haiku. Your Mother’s Day tribute is wonderful as well.
BTW, I plan to keep up the haiku practice during the short vacation ybonesy and I are taking. So I will be dropping them in here. It’s a good way to stay connected. I really appreciate that you stop by and look forward to your practice.
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Spring is in the air
red Ravine on vacation
haiku writes itself
I hope you and Yb have a wonderful time on your vacation!
I’ll be enjoying my break from school! I sooo need a mental vacation. Looking forward to both of your frequent drop-ins!
I’ll still be leaving little treasures here.
I sort of adopted this place as my sanctuary. I love writing with you and Yb!! It’s been a wonderful journey!! Take care!
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For my brother today:
simply organized
in a box of chocolates
birthday wishes
hum of lawnmowers
travels from all directions
to my writing desk
depth of songs in knots
changes along with the currents
summer silhouettes
gale force winds whistling
air cracks between glass and wood
Casket Arts Building
my uncut lawn grows
tall, white-haired dandelions
waiting for the wind
warm Spring day awaits
the arrival of Summer
time to get away
working in the yard
good for the heart and the soul
dreams of toes in sand
joining the pigeons
the toddler flaps her wings
but not toward the skies
mourning dove’s low call
drowns out squeal of garbage truck
leaves a touch of Zen
frosty midnight drive
fresh buds bow shivering heads
wind unrepentant
I’ve been busy these past several days and did not get a chance to post in here, but I did write at least a haiku/senryu every day. I’m just glad that today is one of those lazy Sundays when I could just do things at my own pace!
Hope everyone is having a good weekend!
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like peppermint
accidental crack on the wall
jade bracelet splinters
summer
clinging onto her Hawaiian hair
petals ride with the wind
in the mountains
rain-beads drip off a branch
pressing prints in the still lake
seed puffs fill the air
Minnesota in full green
cherry blooms vanish
earthy bowls
collecting fuschia clusters
during the park trail
black clouds approaching
wind sweeping spiderwort leaves
cold front running hot
clouds break
into showers filling in holes
of unspoken contract
Spring wind slowly fades
hostas stand at attention
listening to the rain
fairy dust, pollen
queen bee rests on snapdragon
sneezing royally
NOTE: This is autobiographical, but it is also ancient history.
She said, “I need space”
And then she proceeded to
Remove all of mine.
@Robert: Wow, such poignant senryu (also sad, yet funny). You are truly a master of senryu.
burnt grass, fried earthworms
kids tag clouds from trampoline
water war erupts
I’m sharing a tanka today:
trees are parachutes
to summer thunderstorms–
each drop from a leaf,
a jewel landing gracefully
and captured in a puddle
Happy Memorial Day
countless yet profound
like strewn poppies on graves
actions of heroes
From a patient’s perspective:
from my hospital window
a blackbird sings
with the summer rain
my thoughts still chase after my home
only fortune can send me there
That was a tanka I just submitted!
A~Lotus, agreed about Robert Morse. He is the master of senryu. Robert Morse, I always have a smile after reading your work.
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burnt grass, fried earthworms
kids tag clouds from trampoline
water war erupts;
crystalline drops fly sky high
below frosty innocence
Or maybe it reads better with drops flying “over.” Below is so strange to read. But that’s what came out:
burnt grass, fried earthworms
kids tag clouds from trampoline
water war erupts;
crystalline drops fly sky high
above frosty innocence
Normal won’t stay still
It’s a jittery Dow Jones
It’s a limbo stick.
Normal won’t stay still
It’s a jittery Dow Jones
It’s a limbo stick.
Hoping for bend before break
or crashing to the hard floor!
young cardinals swoop
canvassing the neighborhood
for signs of bright red
a kiss stops
a teardrop mid-cheek
but draws an ocean upon the lips
a kiss stops
a teardrop mid-cheek
but draws an ocean upon the lips
and when you come up for air
the current draws you away
I wrote a tanka today!
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phoenix feathers
send maple leaves rising
from earth and ashes,
spiraling in the wind–a breath
of wisdom ripens with time
@Robert: That is an absolutely beautiful completion to my senryu!
A~Lotus,
Thanks. Tanka is a good prescription for writers, i.e. almost all of us, who suffer from time to time from “blank page” or “blank screen” syndrome. If you write tanka, there is already something ON the page. Of course, it helps to have something well-written to work from which I certainly did in this case. I’ve only tried two so far. I may try more in the future.
QuoinMonkey,
I just reread the lines you added to create the tanka I started. Great word play!
center of being
soft colors of mauve, beige, and rose
lift the mind each sunrise
@Robert: So true indeed regarding tanka when it comes to “blank page” syndrome! LOL.
At any rate, please keep trying the tanka!
I look forward to reading your completions.
laced with dew
maple tree adorned with strands of silk
spider’s gift of dawn
And a tanka:
balance–
letting unanswered questions
go unanswered
between spaces of engagement
like lingering notes of mutual silence
Ash tree says her Prayers
potent medicine against
Emerald Ash Borer
Blackberries vibrate
And twitter tweets. The whole world
Has gone haywireless.
folded words
tucked away in the desk drawer
you never returned my heart
Tanka:
greetings
at a restaurant entrance
a smiling Buddha
sitting atop a hill of coins
my belly will too be full
folded words
tucked away in the desk drawer
you never returned my heart
if not Special Deliv’ry
why not, at least, C.O.D.?
Blackberries vibrate
And twitter tweets. The whole world
Has gone haywireless.
Social networks span the globe,
friending people with no face.
Another tanka!
underneath shifting leaves
ants build an empire of secrets
trailed by scents
of nectar dripping like rain
from petals of scarlet cannas
Wow, QM and Robert!! You both completed 2 wonderful tanka!!
8) That really makes my day!
city moon
i ride the train whistle
back to my birthplace
Happy moon gazing!
Thanks, lotus. So happy you visit here! Willie, welcome aboard. Thanks for writing haiku with us!
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blessed rain drops fall
splashing purple finches play
manna from heaven
all you can eat
before the picnic basket
summer lineup of ants
Tanka today!
on its shoulder
the weight of its home
on unsteady ground
yet the turtle walks with time
in each reflective step
Another tanka!
sitting
by the window
sunflowers tap the glass,
their eyes and stems longing for
the world on the other side
body muscles sink
underneath the shade of palm trees
gray sand imprints
I’m cross-commenting here. There’s a cool page at PBS about Frank Lloyd Wright and haiku. Go to the following link, then Haiku Gallery, and check out the PBS: The Poetry of Form: Frank Lloyd Wright & Haiku (LINK).
It’s FL Wright’s birthday; Liz and I visited Fallingwater a few years ago in PA (LINK).
We asked young writers around the country to submit haiku connected to the work of Frank Lloyd Wright. Haiku, like Wright’s work, is a poetic expression of our relationship to nature and the seasonal cycles of life.
“What Wright does in his architecture is make poetry. He makes images that people can relate to and he makes buildings that celebrate the various purposes for which they were designed.”—Neil Levine
ant walks a tightrope;
broken strand of spaghetti,
waiting to be cooked
sidewalk feast
ants swarm around carcass
of earthworm
classical conditioning
when the dryer beeps
I get up to fold away the day
A~Lotus, I like that last one — folding away the day. Seems I’m always in the mood for haiku as I leave the Casket Arts Studio. I think this space is inspiring.
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cottonwood seed floats
along frayed telephone wire
talking to the wind
Tanka!
stagnant
summer heat slivers energy
little by little
like how a snake’s venom
sinks a prey into stupor
scaling the brick walls
dragonfly echoes the drones
of the mosquito
catching breaths
and writing them in the skies
exclamation of awe
golden trees caught between
the folds of sky and water
lapis blue mirrors
Both ‘ku are inspired by this wonderful photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/chris_gin/3619040444/
peonies’ scent
a little girl becomes
the butterfly
folding paper
against the setting sun
egret taking off
next to a park bench
man at rest
with his bicycle
the heron’s wing
brushes the morning moon
spring’s passing
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traveling among
street lights at night
summer smog
bandit, thanks for posting with us. lovely.
A~Lotus, and I look forward to your haiku visits. Nothing like haiku and photographs, too. I kind of miss posting those. I can feel a few garden haiku/photos coming on.
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mud dry summer bogs;
frogs, croakless and abandoned
cry out in silence
the heron’s wing
brushes the morning moon
spring’s passing
summer vacation
stretching legs out to land
I happened to click over to the haiku page today and was so happy for the reminder about Clark Strand’s book which has been sitting on my shelf, largely unread for too long now. Time to pick it up! Time to write more haiku!
I wrote a tanka today:
water fountain
wishes afloat on copper and silver
capturing light rays
sending poetry to the lips
once the soul dips in water
throaty tremors
from cicadas and crickets
summer love songs
humidity sags
quiet rain tumbles past leaves
graceful skydiving
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lost
on wildwood road
water lilies directionless
[...] daily haiku Post Yours Here [...]
pandora1022, thanks for joining us here. Hope you enjoy Clark Strand’s book that you plan to pull off the shelf. It was a thrill to have him comment here at the beginning of this post. Hope you’ll keep visiting here and leaving your haiku!
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long hours of light
Summer Solstice winding down
tunneling to dark
night clouds unveil
the morning sun trailing
after the passing train
one more summer battle
mother bird flaps away crow
over egg shards
first try…
long hours of light
Summer Solstice winding down
tunneling to dark
Thunderstorms arise o’erhead
bringing momentary night
Terri, great tanka. Thanks for joining us here. I think I’ll add on to your tanka and get a renga going. I like expanding my practice.
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long hours of light
Summer Solstice winding down
tunneling to dark
Thunderstorms arise o’erhead
bringing momentary night
wilting heat index
sucks steam from sizzling pavement
cooling beads of sweat
walking alone
in the woods again
choir of crickets
increases their tempo
around each bend
scaling the brick walls
dragonfly echoes the drones
of the mosquito;
dry summer leaves no puddles
of standing water to breed.
a brush on the cheek
as he turns away
not looking back
towards the sunset
his shadow leaning against her
the wind
tap dancing on laundry lines
sun-dried tennis shoes
the trail after the rain
jogger’s leg up to wipe off mud
I follow suit
ear pressed to pillow
sounds of galloping horses
one hundred years of dreams
perhaps one day granted
by a prince of/or peace
tangerine ice pop
bittersweet on my warm tongue
while rain spatters down
Michelle F, thanks for visiting and dropping your haiku here. Much appreciated.
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wherever I walk
laundry room, kitchen, dining —
grief seems to follow
bald eagle parents
would kill to protect their young
I know the feeling
@breathepeace: That’s a good one–about parents in general!
@QM: I too know the feeling.
@Michelle F: Welcome aboard to red Ravine’s Haiku Home!
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disheartened
part of the time
I’m barely there
past 1 a.m.
my pen stops
when the crickets pause in mid-song
scorching heat
when skin makes contact with the wheel
hissing sounds (of pain)
An overcast day
Thrashing at unwanted green
Beauty can prevail
Aristotelean contract
sealed through email between friends
the world hushes
untangling clouds
revealing hearts of gold
grey windy morning
read Vietnam War stories
inside, outside fog
With thanks to Patricia Hampl and “The Florist’s Daughter” for the inspiration for this one:
perfect achievement
wasting time under rated
hot lake afternoon
on some days
a foot massage is a luxury
tired of walking
in too many shoes
as some are steel-toed
watching the ocean from a window:
the surf
white ponies gallop
through a broad expanse of blue
water to fine sand
young doe on lakeshore
eating tender watercress
I was never wild
version 2:
young doe on lakeshore
eating tender watercress
was I ever wild?
@breathepeace: Sometimes I too explore the different versions when writing haiku. Each version is a different facet.
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blushing
a shade darker
behind her shades
with a summer kiss
underneath the maple shade
time
in the American mind
use it or lose it
time
in Eastern philosophy
mind in the moment
if my pillow
were a storybook
I would catch dreams
spilling some as coins
into a wishing well
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cold July morning
day dream of waterskiing
sitting by hot fire
breathepeace, oliverowl, lotus, Michelle F,so good to read your haiku, senryu, tanka. Like old friends to me.
breathepeace, today I like the question version. Was I ever wild?
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tall daylilies bloom
on a low hill far away
right in front of me
young doe on lakeshore
eating tender watercress
was I ever wild?
I can’t remember a time
my Spirit knew to let go
the surf
white ponies gallop
through a broad expanse of blue
water to fine sand;
I hid behind blue seashells,
spirals of hollowed out bone
Oscar has three chins
And is working on a fourth.
A man with a goal.
It feels good to rest here.
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gift of self
when one pauses a life
trading breaths
so that trust melts passion
in the other’s eyes and heart
(tanka)
dark and overcast
day before the holiday
a lawnmower growls
ybonesy, just checking in and saw the July 4th post. So fun to see it. Am heading out shortly to meet some friends for lunch. Back later to comment to all!
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dark and overcast
day before the holiday
a lawnmower growls;
clouds perch on the horizon
wanting nothing more than rain
Trust your voice. Don’t let
Your diff’rent drummer become
A distant drummer.
dark and overcast
day before the holiday
a lawnmower growls;
clouds perch on the horizon
wanting nothing more than rain
storm clouds tease us
passing through the jeweled trees
on this side of life
A living poem –
A golden leaf on the breeze
Flows to life’s four winds.
Surveyor of breath
Healing to mind and body –
Artist soul released.
First warm ray of sun
Plants seeds of infinity,
The journey maker.
Harvest life’s garden –
Dismantler of time breathes
Eternal moments.
@A. Hoyt: Those are lovely pieces. Thank you for sharing them with us.
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soft touch of focus
your eyes kiss my body
ever so slowly
I become undone
no words to fill the page (tanka)
tight finances
cupping my appetite
in the bowl of my hands
rainy days
search for warm invitations
but too many closed doors
So happy to see your posts. Welcome A. Hoyt. Welcome back A~Lotus and Robert Morse. Always a pleasure. Continuing the renga.
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dark and overcast
day before the holiday
a lawnmower growls;
clouds perch on the horizon
wanting nothing more than rain
storm clouds tease us
passing through the jeweled trees
on this side of life –
nothing taken for granted
will stay with us very long
Tanka from A. Hoyt’s haiku:
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A living poem –
A golden leaf on the breeze
Flows to life’s four winds.
Scattered in all directions,
She lands safely on the ground.
Tanka from Robert Morse’s haiku:
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Trust your voice. Don’t let
Your diff’rent drummer become
A distant drummer.
Walk in another’s footsteps,
The path will lead you back Home.
@QM: Nice renga completions!
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when alone
I read your e-love letters
more than three times
so that I could still capture
the missed cadence of your heart
(version 2 – tanka)
many paths
as how a diamond is cleaved
so could love
dark and overcast
day before the holiday
a lawnmower growls;
clouds perch on the horizon
wanting nothing more than rain
storm clouds tease us
passing through the jeweled trees
on this side of life –
nothing taken for granted
will stay with us very long
cool sun at midday
life is full of suffering –
followed by moonlight
Tanka from A~Lotus’s haiku
*****
cool sun at midday
life is full of suffering -
followed by moonlight
but then comes the promised dawn
when life is full of wonder
My memory’s good
I recall the first time I
Was absent-minded.
Robert Morse, great way to end that renga. I’m going to repost the whole renga chain here.
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dark and overcast
day before the holiday
a lawnmower growls;
clouds perch on the horizon
wanting nothing more than rain
storm clouds tease us
passing through the jeweled trees
on this side of life –
nothing taken for granted
will stay with us very long
cool sun at midday
life is full of suffering –
followed by moonlight
but then comes the promised dawn
when life is full of wonder
Tanka from Robert Morse’s senryu:
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My memory’s good
I recall the first time I
Was absent-minded.
Last moments are forgotten –
Decades long past, cut in stone.
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PINE TREE HAIKU BLUES
I’m called evergreen
Bu I’m feelin’ everblue
Cue them dogwood days.
Snow-heavy branches
Droop down–no weepin’ willow
Ever been so low.
JUST PLAIN OL’ HAIKU BLUES
I keep screwin’ up
I just can’t win. I once lost
An Easter-Egg Hunt.
spring noon;
outblued by the sky-
the blue bird.
Robert Morse, love the Pine Tree Haiku Blues! Welcome manoj saranathan. Thanks for leaving your haiku.
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skipped eating breakfast –
old leftover spaghetti
lunch swallows me whole
stacking thoughts
around your face
falling for you
our footprints become a collage
the soft sand untouched by waves
(tanka)
without forgiveness
love stops short
of intertwined dreams
like wall-climbing vines
unable to cling onto passing clouds
(tanka)
counting down days
like haiku syllables
no ease for a lover’s heart
cloudy morning;
they face every direction-
sunflowers !
coneflowers ripen;
white butterflies, red willow –
Summer slow walking
It was a two haiku day:
saltwater reeds dance
sweat dripping down my forehead
breathing in a breeze
chocolate heads, cattails
twisted spine of willowbark
branches bow to river
“You couldn’t ask for
A better day”. Well, you could
But why push your luck?
Liz and her mother
eating waffles in the sun,
off to pick raspberries
proof-
reading your lips
sealed in saliva
I find that waiting
leaves more room for errors
(tanka)
sipping Chardonnay
peering into the future
after Camelot
—
Thanks for the comment Robert!
How lucky are we?
heart sinks in sadness
while happiness for youth
adventures abounds
Family Tree Haiku
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searching for the past —
ancestors frozen in time
have digital names
great, great grandmother
stern face, wearing long black dress
stands in the garden
those who came before
happy to be remembered
will not forget us
Tanka for Michelle:
heart sinks in sadness
while happiness for youth
adventures abounds
a mother’s mixed emotions
her son a continent away
Thanks Roma, that was perfect!
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night rain, thunder rolls
Ethel Freeman’s Sestina
the poet’s lightning
sad trip back to camp
neighbors came to visit us
hugs & sun made day
Raining here now at home, the visit to camp (We sold it, knowing health issues no longer made it our retirement dream. But, we sold to an awesome man that has become a great friend). Our neighbors there all got together & we are going back next week-end after I return from another visit to see my family. We had a great time! The man who bought our place has also made us an extra key, as we had turned ours over to him. What a good day we had! Very relaxing & probably too much info in the haiku post. D
Thyme grows day by day
parsley, sage, rosemary, and
wish I had more time
@alittlediddy: Glad you had a great time at camp! And it’s okay, sometimes I do little updates like that too.
It’s refreshing to come back to this Haiku post and just pop in for a hello!
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a week later
you still haven’t changed
your mind
your thoughts still collect dust
on our unfinished poem (tanka)
A~Lotus, you are so right. Nice to slow down sometimes and catch up.
diddy, sad news and so sorry for the loss of your camp. What nice people you have sold it to though. Maybe that’s the best of both worlds. Glad you got to go back and visit.
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ghosts rise to surface
objects of the Titanic
cling tight to the past
running
through the snaky path
a Zen moment
lost with incense sticks
falling from pine trees
(tanka)
passing time
she combs away thoughts
of her lover
each strand of hair
falls to the ground like a dying leaf
(tanka)
haiku for deep summer
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water drops glisten
on a single blade of grass
while sprinkling the lawn
spritzing and spraying
robin lands atop lilac,
a makeshift birdbath
oily seeds, millet
cardinals empty feeders
filled two days ago
Some tanka for thought:
broken cap
a fallen acorn
from its sea foam sky
I fold away origami
mums for the autumn festival (tanka)
my belly
spilling over the top
of my jeans
I need to stop being
and eating a cupcake (tanka)
on some days
I need an impulse
to not think
see how different I’d be
if I had someone else’s thinking cap (tanka)
splitting money
our differences lay on the table
I miss the warmth
of each coin you toss
in our backyard birdbath (tanka)
A~Lotus, like your tanka. Always happy when you visit.
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thunder and gray rain
ping the AC — tempered glass
window of silence
A~Lotus, splitting money is my favorite, both sad and lovely.
full moon at midnight
illuminates cloudy sky
dark water journey
@QM and breathepeace: Thank you both! I’m glad you liked “splitting money”! That tanka in particular was somewhat difficult to write, but in the end, it was worth it.
I too enjoy both of your haiku.
mindful
of each other’s inner circle
the sun
like a dart slides through
termite holes of an old tree stump (tanka)
the hot summer days
reminders of what awaits
deck gets final stain
Mary returns but
this year there is no Harry
call without any reply
Three haiku from today’s kayak ride:
summer’s great surprise
eaglet sits on white pine nest
steps from edge to fly!
loons call through forest
echoing from lake to lake
three note “where are you?”
at a loss for words
what does this lake mean to me?
fifty-four summers
life’s great mysteries
revealed here every day
sit still and notice
diddy, what happened to Harry?
Glad you stopped by.
breathepeace, always a pleasure when you drop by. Makes me smile. Wish I knew how to kayak. Liz and I talk about taking a short class but haven’t done it yet.
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raw contemplation
sitting in endless silence
searching for wild mind
QM, not sure what happened to Harry, but Mary must miss him. They were here when we moved into this house. I remember their baby catbirds, who perched in one of our hemlock trees last year. I would imagine they have returned as well. D
QM — no lessons needed. Just rent a kayak like I did and jump in on a calm lake. That’s all you need for a lesson … unless you’re trying Lake Superior, the ocean or a raging river, in which case you’d want to know how to roll the thing. The only caution is, once you try it, you may want to own a kayak.
rhythm of paddle,
soft breeze, bird song, eaglet cries:
morning symphony
QM: ’searching for wild mind’ is wonderful.
Hi everyone, I see you’ve all kept creatively busy. As for me:
On cyber-ocean
sometimes make landfall only
once in a long while.
Have been on my travels, through other syllables and spaces. But just wanted to let you know that the Red Ravine Haiku Ripple continues to spread. I have some pre-intermediate (and that is LOW level English) Japanese students this week, so I threw them into English haiku (Japanese version optional) to see what would happen. The URL for the results follows – I think they’d be chuffed as anything if one or two of you could find it in your hearts to comment on anything they wrote – comments in pre-intermediate English of course [or Japanese], and preferably in the form of haiku! – they are all about 18 or so (except one Italian lady), and who knows if one of them might at that tender age be precipitated into the arms of poetry for a lifetime!
http://94stranger.wordpress.com/2009/08/12/haiku-from-students/
Peace!
stranger, so great to hear from you. And what a fantastic job you have. I just stopped by your blog and left a few comments. Some really wonderful haiku there. I hope other red Ravine readers who write haiku with us here will check them out. I’m curious how the experience was for the Japanese students (and one Italian!) to write haiku in English, since, of course, the art form has been alive in their country for thousands of years. Would love to hear more about it. Maybe I’ll stop by your site at a later time and turn one of their haiku into a tanka (though I’m pretty new at tanka).
ybonesy is out of the country in Vietnam. I’ll be sure to make sure she sees this when she gets back. (Or she might on her check-in but her time logged in is limited.) I’m so appreciative that you stopped by, stranger, on a haiku ripple.
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It’s almost 1:30am where I am. I am indeed exhausted, but thrilled to know that I have finally finished summer school! However, I am awake and extremely thirsty for poetry or anything creative and artistic!
I have missed this place and can finally return! However, in my absence from here, I am still practicing my Daily Haiku Challenge. However, I have stretched it to include tanka, senryu, six-word stories, American sentences, and micropoetry. The process of writing short forms of poetry is fascinating since I tend to be rather wordy and hence, write rather lengthy poems. Nevertheless, this haiku journey is so fruitful, and I am happy to say how we collaborate and share our work on here–it’s magnificent and profound. I am learning so much from all of you and look forward to spend a few minutes on here everyday if I can.
@94stranger: I have visited your site and am pleased to read your students’ haiku. I love the simplicity of them; for some, I like their keen observation. Thank you so much for sharing the haiku experience with us.
And now for a few of my haiku, senryu, and tanka since I haven’t posted here for a while now. Please enjoy!
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in sepia photos
I still think of you
wrapped in honeybee scents
humming over the river
lost in your apostrophes (tanka)
sky parenthesis
a flock of black wings through silver
streams of clouds
falling down in
exclamation points
only the rain
can demand such attention
before getting lost in puddles (tanka)
on my chest
a blank journal counts my breaths
during my sleep
summer playtime
I find myself
among matted wings of bats
the tree and I
play shadow puppets (tanka)
More of my work can be found at Twitter: http://twitter.com/alotus_poetry. I also do a monthly compilation of all of this work over at http://alotus-poetry.livejournal.com.
3 Haiku
In the Season of Dragon Fruits
Magenta dragon fruits blossom
on the side
of tropical cacti
rain drizzles
to twelve inches
Hurricane season
Seasons
In the tropics
they measure seasons
thus:
Lychee season
Mango season
Dragon fruit season
Slipper Orchid season
Hurricane Season
The black seeds that spot
the deep magenta of
soft,sweet dragon fruits
tropical nopalitos
contain hurricanes
jewelled with
rainbows
late summer evening
rubbery smell
of tires
skidding along my side
the biker boy trying to catch my eye (tanka)
Thanks QM and others who’ve dropped by – I really appreciate. Don’t know exactly what the Japanese hieroglyphics are – a ‘free translation’ of the English, as far as I know.
I was re-reading QM’s preface to the original haiku launch last year, and I think it’s true and very strange how this focus on the outer in some bizarre way becomes an activator of the inner – I don’t pretend to understand it, but I feel it.
I’m writing a little poetry, not haiku by and large, and again it’s intriguing how the effort of conforming to a strict rhythm and rhyme scheme, which ought to be purely a constraint, can nevertheless be a liberation. Anyone know why?
To 94stranger,
I think the liberation comes from knowing the structure. Once Natalie decided what the structure for “Bones” was, to paraphrase her liberally, she was able to let it rip. Knowing the structure, rather than being a limitation, can open things up.
stranger, thanks for stopping by again. It was a pleasure to visit your site and see all the haiku from your Japanese students. Thanks for bringing it to our attention.
About your question, Robert Morse is exactly right. The liberation comes from the actual structure. The concept seems at odds but that’s what works.
I learned about structure in two places: one was from Natalie Goldberg (as Robert Morse mentions) around my writing. The other was in art school at MCAD and with my professors there. They taught me that in order to deviate and break structure in my art, I first needed to learn how the masters did it. Once I learned the history of art and photography, the structure of the way others created, I was free to break it.
Of course there are tons self-taught artists who go about learning about art differently and do brilliant work. There are many ways to learn and that was just the way I was taught.
With the writing, it was Natalie who really drove it home for me. I learn the structure of Writing Practice, or haiku, slow walking or meditation, work within those structures for a long time (even though I want to rebel against them), then I get to break them and make them my own.
The truth is I always go back to the structure when I get stuck, am feeling down, or like my writing or art isn’t worth a darn. The structure keeps me going through hard times. The structure frees me up to work within it. Odd but true.
Sorry to go on so long about it but it reminded me that this blog that ybonesy and I created all these years ago now was created around a structure we learned about writing. One that we learned, believed in, and wanted to pass on to others. And now we break it in all kinds of ways. But usually always go back.
I’m grateful to all who visit and participate on red Ravine. I learn so much from all of you. Deep gratitude.
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balanced on a pin
within or out of structure
community holds
morning glory
the butterfly’s wings
catches silk
and wet drops of sunlight
underneath the spider’s walk (tanka)
balanced on a pin
within or out of structure
community holds
a meditative journey
the power of one collective voice
Thanks Robert and QM – it’s a rare treat to have you guys reflect deeply on something which, by and large, is a doing here on RR – which I’m sure is the way it should be.
Pigeons peck up crumbs
so small I can’t even see.
Stay close to the ground!
And there’s a strange thing – a piece of writing (i.e. this above) which goes from thought to haiku with no doctoring, manipulation, syllable searching etc… a rare thing for me – almost a first.
And I learn from you too – this is why I take off sometimes – paradox only apparent.
I really have some catching up to do! So much travel this summer…all enjoyable. Thanks, QM, for your haiku written after my trip to yours and Liz’s home…made me smile. I drove home this Saturday from Cheyenne, in rain showers, inspiring this haiku:
driving, dodging drops
wipers keep time to bluegrass
rain, road and rhythm
I’ve been writing a lot of tanka lately (posted on Twitter). Here are a few:
Chinese buffet
sparrows line up
at the entrance
pecking on
scattered fried rice and sesame seeds
a bruised sky
on a Friday
my thoughts flicker
like SOS signals
only you can decipher
the scrape
of your nails
across the chalkboard
makes my knees buckle
and my eyes water
lotus, so glad summer school is over for you. Will you be starting a new semester in the Fall? Or are you done? I also appreciate when you stop by here and leave your poetry. It’s a gift. I’ve seen your work on Twitter as well and know your poetry practice is going strong! [BTW, like how you completed the tanka on community.]
Feroza, so great to see you on red Ravine. And thanks for leaving your haiku here. Hope you stop by again.
breathepeace, no kayak lessons needed, eh? That is good to know. I guess we’ll just have to take a chance and dive into one of the lakes here like you have done. May not happen this summer. But maybe next.
stranger, thanks for stopping by again. One other thing about practice and structure — it can be anything. It can be haiku, writing practice, mandalas, painting. Anything we practice regularly takes us new places, helps us through when times get lean. And something like haiku or writing practice can enrich our art practices. It’s so great how it works that way. It’s all a cycle.
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out to the garden
summer in her last hurrah
has a gift for me
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@QM: It was a short break. I am now starting school again this week (for the fall)! LOL. Looks like I may be in school for years to come. I’m glad you like the community tanka; that’s how I feel whenever I come to visit you and everyone else here on red Ravine.
It’s become one of my favorite homes online. I’m glad you say my poetry is a gift. It is something I have learned to accept because I want to be able to write poetry for the mental health/psychiatric field because for them words and emotions go so strongly together, and I hope the words I write will heal those who are in pain.
Here are a few psychologically charged ones I’ve written:
brushing over
these thorny bushes
my hands
now remember how they felt
when you abused me (tanka)
couple arguing
in the distance
thunder claps
with strong hands
grandfather used to chop sugarcane
into toothbrushes
but now his hands are too stiff
to mime how tall I’ve grown (tanka)
And to lighten the heavy atmosphere a bit:
in our front yard
a splendid thousand suns
the orange tree
from the bird bath
taking a little sip
a stray dog
Chinese buffet
sparrows line up
at the entrance
pecking on
scattered fried rice and sesame seeds (tanka)
Nice work, A~Lotus. I’m drawn to the grandfather and sugar cane one. And the Chinese buffet. I’m glad you are broaching painful subjects in your work. Poetry seems a good place to do that. I have no doubt your work will be healing for others.
Can not believe you are back in school already. Is it daunting to know you’ll be in school for some time to come? I remember when Liz was back in school for 2 years and working full-time. She felt like it took her a long time to complete her classes but she stuck with it and graduated. What a joyful day that was.
I’m glad this is one of your homes away from home on the electronic page. Remember to keep breathing when you’re rushing from class to work to class!
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green berries, red stems
monarch brushes blackened screen
bumping against wind
Hi QM, yb, a~ lotus, et al,
It was nice to visit Red Ravine and then see your VERY informative piece on Haiku,QM. Next time I teach poetry, I’ll send students to the site… It was good to see Clark on there too.. “Seeds” really taught me a lot about practice and sitting. I’m supposed to revise a “feminist” article I wrote about silence, into one about the strengths of silence… And I will draw on our intensive to write about that– but alas, I think they want me to make it scholarly… so I’ll send the meditative piece to you all, if you’ll consider it… well, first of all it is nice to still be alive after the scare the doc gave me in the Spring.. I’m taking my chemo in Hawaii and there is something about Hawaii that inspires Haiku. So I wanted to add a few more after today’s gorgeous sunset. When I was “diagnosed” for the second time this past spring, I wanted to change my spiritual memoir to”Prayers and Practices for survival,” to “Bad God: Loving God for Better or for Worse.” Maybe I’ll get on Clark’s site and put some of my thoughts down. And just after QM’s comment I happened to drive past a Kayak store! I thought one only kayaked on the Rio Grande… And as we speak, write, our colleagues are sitting in Maybel’s zendo.. send some love for us to Georgia’s blue flowers:
Anyway,
my dancing orchids
each day, twist and turn to face
the shifting sun
the august sun
hits the water while i chase
the elusive green flash
(QM, someday you have to photograph that– if you can actually catch it– in its split second)
the water kisses the sky
on the distant southern horizon
in a jealous green flash
I have a vast expanse of ocean outside my window, a view I’m likely to loose again, like I lost the one of the watermelon Sandias, because someone is building a many million dollar house with an elevator. But on one side the view from Pearl Harbor and the airport towards Waikiki will stay and I can watch the cruise ships go by.
mock orange fragrances
the night time drizzle
aromatherapy for a summer evening
Goodnight
@QM: I am glad you are enjoying my work just as I’m enjoying yours.
It is an interesting journey to be able to write what is painful although sometimes the pain (of whatever that may be) has never been my personal experience. For example, if the pain is about cancer, I would like to write about that even if I have not experienced it myself. It is my hope to reach out to others that way.
It is sometimes daunting to think about how many more years I’ll be in school. But since I already have a degree in psych, I’m only going forward to pursue nursing school. After that, I want to be done BEING in school, but not necessarily be done with education itself. After all, education is a lifelong process. I think some people forget about that fact. And yes, sometimes we have to stick to things in order to see the end of the tunnel! lol
@Feroza Jussawalla: Thank you for continuing to join us in this writing journey. Your writing is lovely. I will pray for your speedy and comforting recovery and rest. I am glad that you are finding writing and teaching something wonderful in your life. I think in the human experience, these two things are the oldest forms of human connection and strength. God bless.
looking into puddles
my cheeks dimpled
with raindrops
driving home
through the night
I lost your pearly smile
in the midst
of pine trees (tanka)
umbrellas open
wet, lacy pines blow raindrops
tall dignitaries
TEACHER-FROM-HELL HAIKU
“Don’t play with your words.
–Look! You just spilled some of them!
Have you no manners?”
reading your poems
I count the times you make me smile
this morning glory
flying south
our love
growing further apart
like bird specks
in the marbled skies (tanka)
not alone
I wake up smiling
to the sun
sharing
my pillow (tanka)
picking seeds
from the pomegranate
I taste the deepest red
of our lovemaking
humming along with cicadas (tanka)
holding
a tiny heart
within my hands
this hummingbird has already seen
the entire world with its wings (tanka)
Feroza, sending prayers and good energy to you in Hawaii. Thank you for leaving your beautiful poetry here. I imagine the ocean is a good muse. I think the strengths of silence are many, though silence seems harder and harder to come by in our world today. Sounds like a great topic. BTW, sun on water is indeed hard to photograph.
Laura, A~Lotus, Robert Morse, I continue to enjoy your haiku and look forward to your visits here!
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mid-September blooms
small frog near a toad lily
fading summer dreams
QM, we must be thinking along the same lines. I wrote this one yesterday. D
Sun bursts through the clouds
autumn attempts sneak preview
lonely rosebud blooms
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purple Rebel waits
noisy fan sprays me with air
tailwind drives me home
somehow
this late summer winds
through my chest
and I am left shivering
with a cold and a dull heartache (tanka)
head bobbing, weaving
robin sits on roof gutter
slow to catch my eye
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White clouds hovering
Rorschach Tests up in the sky.
“I swear that’s a swan.”
cerulean sky
over green cottonwood leaves
fading to yellow
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sin weighs heavily
across my shoulders a robe
difficult to wear
just like pirate’s map
contrails form white vapor X
over precious Earth
brutal autumn wind
rips limb from old cottonwood –
I stand as witness
Wonderful to see all of your haiku here. I feel like I am among friends after writing haiku, senryu, tanka, renga with you for several years. Thanks breathepeace, oliverowl, Robert Morse, A~Lotus, diddy.
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finally, the rain
hot, humid, dry September
proves to be a tease
Stumbled upon this site while searching out Haiku examples, really do like what I see here.
I don’t consider myself a very good Haiku writer, but would appreciate any advice on these attempts of mine;
a subtle sunset
succumbs to autumn’s eve -
‘I wish you were here’
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quarter light shadows
dull clarity to a haze -
ant hills are mountains
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chaos on the battle field
helmets strewn in autumn dusk -
harvest time again
…………………………………..
fireflies flicker
within autumns sunset –
slowly my plane lands
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sprinklers whispering
shimmering ‘cross summer lawns -
house burning brightly
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grey-red mosaic
drying below the May sun
a recent roadkill
………………………………….
opaque midday moon
creates halo above earth
yet darkness falls fast
monsoon hides stars
as day becomes dusky
man is colourless
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stood on broken snow
deer smoulder silently -
caught in cross-hairs
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And my fav of all i’ve ever written
sunbathing wet stones
beneath waterfalls cascade -
dog with cocked leg
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Hope this post isn’t too long, would really like honest comments.
Take care
Fug
for you, Littlebit
and those that loved you so much
may you rest in peace
@QM and yb: Has it really been over a year since I’ve taken this writing journey with the both of you? Wow! Along the way, I’m learning so much from you both! It is amazing and never cease to be boring! I love how we share all our artwork within our writings too. The creative spirit is always nurtured that way–like how stories are nurtured and become more exciting around a bonfire or a campfire! That’s why I’ve adopted this place as my writing home as well.
It’s a way to rest from the stresses in life. I too am thankful and glad to join you ladies in this writing adventure/journey.
@Fug: Thank you for sharing your work with us. They all have lovely images, and some are profound. I enjoyed them immensely.
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My tanka for today:
riding a raft
out of a dead leaf
a caterpillar
swims upstream
towards a drainage pipe
A~Lotus, yes, can you believe it? Almost one full year has passed again. I’m glad you feel at home here. Because I’d sure miss you if you didn’t stop by. I appreciate your haiku and positive comments. Thank you.
Fug-azi, I enjoyed the haiku you left and hope you’re still writing. I like the “quarter light shadows” haiku. Hope you stop by again.
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black cat sleeps on couch
shadows fall near the full moon
eyes droop with the weight
fug, “grey red mosaic” is haunting … a powerful haiku.
fierce wind starts and stops
returns cold and leaves no doubt:
summer is over
Fug,
I enjoyed your work. My favorite, if I must choose, is the first, “a subtle sunset.” There is a definite leap that the reader must make from the second to the third lines.
Thank you all for your comments, gives me hope that perhaps I can, after all, write something close to a Haiku.
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early april showers
timber shudders -
chainsaw cuts deep
Lovely senryu and haiku I’m reading today. Thought I can get us back on track with a renga again hopefully?
black cat sleeps on couch
shadows fall near the full moon
eyes droop with the weight–
these heavy bags
that the heart carries
Fug-azi, I’m so glad you came back to add your haiku. And thanks to all who gave feedback. So wonderful to visit this thread of haiku writers. It has a calming influence on me.
A~Lotus, THANK YOU for getting the renga going again. It was what I had hoped to learn this year on this haiku post – the fine art of linking haiku and senryu with other haiku writers. And it’s only October, plenty of time to explore renga a little more.
Adding on to your tanka to keep renga going:
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black cat sleeps on couch
shadows fall near the full moon
eyes droop with the weight–
these heavy bags
that the heart carries
sun hides behind gray
burdens are what we make them
dark hinges on light
black cat sleeps on couch
shadows fall near the full moon
eyes droop with the weight–
these heavy bags
that the heart carries
sun hides behind gray
burdens are what we make them
dark hinges on light
a forty watt sun
brings only hues of comfort -
false hope arises
black cat sleeps on couch
shadows fall near the full moon
eyes droop with the weight–
these heavy bags
that the heart carries
sun hides behind gray
burdens are what we make them
dark hinges on light
a forty watt sun
brings only hues of comfort -
false hope arises;
100 ways of seeing
the unpaved roads less traveled
after the rain
feet-deep in mud
white ducks
sloshing
towards a sunlit ground
black cat sleeps on couch
shadows fall near the full moon
eyes droop with the weight–
these heavy bags
that the heart carries
sun hides behind gray
burdens are what we make them
dark hinges on light
a forty watt sun
brings only hues of comfort -
false hope arises;
100 ways of seeing
the unpaved roads less traveled
on this journey
I collect many sticks and stones–
all for a bonfire
black cat sleeps on couch
shadows fall near the full moon
eyes droop with the weight–
these heavy bags
that the heart carries
sun hides behind gray
burdens are what we make them
dark hinges on light
a forty watt sun
brings only hues of comfort -
false hope arises;
100 ways of seeing
the unpaved roads less traveled
on this journey
I collect many sticks and stones–
all for a bonfire
trailing in the wake of stars
yet untouched by human hands
black cat sleeps on couch
shadows fall near the full moon
eyes droop with the weight–
these heavy bags
that the heart carries
sun hides behind gray
burdens are what we make them
dark hinges on light
a forty watt sun
brings only hues of comfort -
false hope arises;
100 ways of seeing
the unpaved roads less traveled
on this journey
I collect many sticks and stones–
all for a bonfire
trailing in the wake of stars
yet untouched by human hands
on a stargazer lily–
a mantis praying
to the sun
black cat sleeps on couch
shadows fall near the full moon
eyes droop with the weight–
these heavy bags
that the heart carries
sun hides behind gray
burdens are what we make them
dark hinges on light
a forty watt sun
brings only hues of comfort -
false hope arises;
100 ways of seeing
the unpaved roads less traveled
on this journey
I collect many sticks and stones–
all for a bonfire
trailing in the wake of stars
yet untouched by human hands
on a stargazer lily–
a mantis praying
to the sun…
is it that I am not worthy
enough to touch the heavens?
black cat sleeps on couch
shadows fall near the full moon
eyes droop with the weight–
these heavy bags
that the heart carries
sun hides behind gray
burdens are what we make them
dark hinges on light
a forty watt sun
brings only hues of comfort -
false hope arises;
100 ways of seeing
the unpaved roads less traveled
on this journey
I collect many sticks and stones–
all for a bonfire
trailing in the wake of stars
yet untouched by human hands
on a stargazer lily–
a mantis praying
to the sun…
is it that I am not worthy
enough to touch the heavens?
winter sun–
snow angels catching
the snowman’s tears
black cat sleeps on couch
shadows fall near the full moon
eyes droop with the weight–
these heavy bags
that the heart carries
sun hides behind gray
burdens are what we make them
dark hinges on light
a forty watt sun
brings only hues of comfort -
false hope arises;
100 ways of seeing
the unpaved roads less traveled
on this journey
I collect many sticks and stones–
all for a bonfire
trailing in the wake of stars
yet untouched by human hands
on a stargazer lily–
a mantis praying
to the sun…
is it that I am not worthy
enough to touch the heavens?
winter sun–
snow angels catching
the snowman’s tears;
drops glisten, Icarus wings
doused by the cries of children
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Winter makes debut
sparrows huddled at feeders
snow dust on their wings
Building on the haiku of breathepeace & Fuz-azi to create tanka, and the start of a new renga.
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opaque midday moon
creates halo above earth
yet darkness falls fast –
what’s lurking in the shadows?
Fear numbs, leaves no time to dwell.
fierce wind starts and stops
returns cold and leaves no doubt:
summer is over;
biting frost wilts the Spirit,
reflection ignites new spark.
opaque midday moon
creates halo above earth
yet darkness falls fast –
what’s lurking in the shadows?
Fear numbs, leaves no time to dwell.
fierce wind starts and stops
returns cold and leaves no doubt:
summer is over;
biting frost wilts the Spirit,
reflection ignites new spark.
by the fireplace,
the candle and I
dance to pages in my notebook
opaque midday moon
creates halo above earth
yet darkness falls fast –
what’s lurking in the shadows?
Fear numbs, leaves no time to dwell.
fierce wind starts and stops
returns cold and leaves no doubt:
summer is over;
biting frost wilts the Spirit,
reflection ignites new spark.
by the fireplace,
the candle and I
dance to pages in my notebook —
letters expose obscure words,
teach me to read between lines
[...] -related to post: haiku 2 (one-a-day) [...]
One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes
[...] All is well on my travels. Wrote these haiku on the plane yesterday morning. So much has happened since I arrived in Pennsylvania. Feels like I’ve been [...]
morning in Georgia
dense fog over Clarks Hill Lake
clarity of mind
One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
Hello from Taos … and a couple haiku:
room full of sniffles
outside chamisa blooming
neither one will stop
church bells chiming noon
faithful rush to attend mass
God is sitting here
Wonderful to hear from you in Taos, breathepeace. Greetings from morning in Georgia:
family pillars
Aunt Cassie and Uncle Claude
live on through stories
Clarks Hill Lake at dawn
pulling me into the fog
a woodpecker drums
grazing middle age
amazed by what I don’t know
I wouldn’t go back
FOR NATALIE
keep your hand moving
worst shit in America
even with haiku
the leaf would not leave
persistent, stubborn, clinging
to frosted windshield
Boy, have I missed writing haiku! Hope my life gets back to normal, soon, so I can do more!
Ha! oo, you should come to our house!
[...] to posts: haiku 2 (one-a-day), WRITING TOPIC — MEMORIES OF CARS, WRITING TOPIC– ROADSIDE ATTRACTIONS, you can’t [...]
I sing the joys of
Physical therapy. Where
New aches meet old ones.
Hello everyone! I’ve been gone for quite a while! Whew! It’s good to sit a while and write haiku.
Please enjoy!
ellipses–
cloud puffs arrange and rearrange
my list of worries
Bitter persimmons replace
Sweet mangoes on steamy afternoons
October vog in Hawaii
(Snow in Albuquerque)
One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band
Great to see you all here — Robert Morse, A~Lotus, oliverowl, Feroza, breathpeace, diddy. Adding on to the last renga:
One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
TO ALL: just found this site and I really like it! I wanted to try I’m guessing what would be called “tanka” style!
One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away
Seraph, thanks for stopping by and adding your poetry. Hope you’ll come back. Adding to the renga:
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One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
@QM: It’s wonderful to start writing more renga. After all, instead of NaNoWriMo this month, I’m doing a solo renga, which will have its own complete post on my poetry website.
I want to see how far I can go with the verses.
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One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
breathing in bath salts,
I think of the tears I tasted
when you said goodbye
Thank you QM…I really enjoy this site and junction of everyones creative thoughts!!! Lotus—what is your poetry site address? I’d like to check it out!
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One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
breathing in bath salts,
I think of the tears I tasted
when you said goodbye
bitter wind off oceans spray
turns my heart cold like that day
wind floats leaves to sky
dried foilage touches blue and white-
looking out front door
sun shines between leaf bared limbs
smile-turn to go start my day
WOW! That felt really good to try! my first tanka..i think? This would be a fun job!! LOL!!!!
A~Lotus, the solo renga sounds challenging. What a great exercise and practice. Hope you’ll drop the link in for us.
Seraph, I always love it when new people join in the tanka and renga. It’s been fun this year to see what’s happened with this post. I’ve been churning over the new post for next year. We’ll see where it goes.
Keeping the renga going:
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One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
breathing in bath salts,
I think of the tears I tasted
when you said goodbye
bitter wind off oceans spray
turns my heart cold like that day
bare truth, baldfaced lie,
why does nothing satisfy?
how fickle my heart
@Seraph: Here’s my link: http://alotus-poetry.livejournal.com. Scroll down to about 4 posts, and you can read a whole bunch of Japanese poetry and other short form poetry that I’ve been writing this year. As of now, I have over 500. Enjoy!
@QM: Will post the solo renga when November is over.
@QM: P.S. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for the new year’s post!
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One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
breathing in bath salts,
I think of the tears I tasted
when you said goodbye
bitter wind off oceans spray
turns my heart cold like that day
bare truth, baldfaced lie,
why does nothing satisfy?
how fickle my heart
swinging between trees
like a hammock
Thanks A~Lotus!!!!
One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
breathing in bath salts,
I think of the tears I tasted
when you said goodbye
bitter wind off oceans spray
turns my heart cold like that day
bare truth, baldfaced lie,
why does nothing satisfy?
how fickle my heart
swinging between trees
like a hammock
creaking bending trees
crying out pains agony-
red eyes of griefs lava tears
Wow, this is so fun to watch. I want to play:
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One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
breathing in bath salts,
I think of the tears I tasted
when you said goodbye
bitter wind off oceans spray
turns my heart cold like that day
bare truth, baldfaced lie,
why does nothing satisfy?
how fickle my heart
swinging between trees
like a hammock
creaking bending trees
crying out pains agony-
red eyes of griefs lava tears
into the wind I let it go
a feather across the sand
@yb: Lovely addition to the renga!!
Thanks for joining us!
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One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
breathing in bath salts,
I think of the tears I tasted
when you said goodbye
bitter wind off oceans spray
turns my heart cold like that day
bare truth, baldfaced lie,
why does nothing satisfy?
how fickle my heart
swinging between trees
like a hammock
creaking bending trees
crying out pains agony-
red eyes of griefs lava tears
into the wind I let it go
a feather across the sand
between power lines
the crows can’t decide whether
to leave or stay
Continue. Continue. Continue. More renga.
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One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
breathing in bath salts,
I think of the tears I tasted
when you said goodbye
bitter wind off oceans spray
turns my heart cold like that day
bare truth, baldfaced lie,
why does nothing satisfy?
how fickle my heart
swinging between trees
like a hammock
creaking bending trees
crying out pains agony-
red eyes of griefs lava tears
into the wind I let it go
a feather across the sand
between power lines
the crows can’t decide whether
to leave or stay
feet hold fast to shifting ground
head says run through whir of wire
Maybe I like this ending better. A little shift between feet and head:
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One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
breathing in bath salts,
I think of the tears I tasted
when you said goodbye
bitter wind off oceans spray
turns my heart cold like that day
bare truth, baldfaced lie,
why does nothing satisfy?
how fickle my heart
swinging between trees
like a hammock
creaking bending trees
crying out pains agony-
red eyes of griefs lava tears
into the wind I let it go
a feather across the sand
between power lines
the crows can’t decide whether
to leave or stay
feet hold fast to whir of wire
head says run to shifting ground
bare oak branches hide
behind the dancing Fall skies
drawing down the Moon
One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
breathing in bath salts,
I think of the tears I tasted
when you said goodbye
bitter wind off oceans spray
turns my heart cold like that day
bare truth, baldfaced lie,
why does nothing satisfy?
how fickle my heart
swinging between trees
like a hammock
creaking bending trees
crying out pains agony-
red eyes of griefs lava tears
into the wind I let it go
a feather across the sand
between power lines
the crows can’t decide whether
to leave or stay
feet hold fast to whir of wire
head says run to shifting ground
from the earth
a crack
of fresh earthworms
A~Lotus, this might be the longest renga we’ve all kept going yet. Rewarding.
_________
One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
breathing in bath salts,
I think of the tears I tasted
when you said goodbye
bitter wind off oceans spray
turns my heart cold like that day
bare truth, baldfaced lie,
why does nothing satisfy?
how fickle my heart
swinging between trees
like a hammock
creaking bending trees
crying out pains agony-
red eyes of griefs lava tears
into the wind I let it go
a feather across the sand
between power lines
the crows can’t decide whether
to leave or stay
feet hold fast to whir of wire
head says run to shifting ground
from the earth
a crack
of fresh earthworms
slither through the pouring rain
clinging to last bits of life
Winter Approaches haiku trilogy
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dark when I arise
a day’s work and darker yet
where is the sunlight?
Earth plays close to vest
Solstice hides in the shadows
seasonal secrets
Winter searches skies
looking for the Northern Star
to find her way home
@QM: Indeed. I love to see how there are so many people jumping in with the renga!
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One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
breathing in bath salts,
I think of the tears I tasted
when you said goodbye
bitter wind off oceans spray
turns my heart cold like that day
bare truth, baldfaced lie,
why does nothing satisfy?
how fickle my heart
swinging between trees
like a hammock
creaking bending trees
crying out pains agony-
red eyes of griefs lava tears
into the wind I let it go
a feather across the sand
between power lines
the crows can’t decide whether
to leave or stay
feet hold fast to whir of wire
head says run to shifting ground
from the earth
a crack
of fresh earthworms
slither through the pouring rain
clinging to last bits of life
the soccer field–
a marshland for herons
after the rain
[...] to posts: haiku 2 (one-a-day), haiku for Kohler Arts Possibly related posts: (automatically generated)My YarnAwakening the Dragon [...]
[...] ybonesy takes off her mask to unveil her Etsy store, featuring these new items: daily haiku Post Yours Here guest writers & featured artists Michelle McCaulley – October 2009 Bob Chrisman – October [...]
Happy Sunday, A~Lotus.
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One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
breathing in bath salts,
I think of the tears I tasted
when you said goodbye
bitter wind off oceans spray
turns my heart cold like that day
bare truth, baldfaced lie,
why does nothing satisfy?
how fickle my heart
swinging between trees
like a hammock
creaking bending trees
crying out pains agony-
red eyes of griefs lava tears
into the wind I let it go
a feather across the sand
between power lines
the crows can’t decide whether
to leave or stay
feet hold fast to whir of wire
head says run to shifting ground
from the earth
a crack
of fresh earthworms
slither through the pouring rain
clinging to last bits of life
the soccer field–
a marshland for herons
after the rain
reminds me of Nebraska
slow drum of Janis Ian
naked oak and birch
still in the November wind
haiku for the sky
@QM: Thank you so much! Happy Sunday to you, too! I enjoyed my day today as it is my birthday (AND I don’t have work!)!
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One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
breathing in bath salts,
I think of the tears I tasted
when you said goodbye
bitter wind off oceans spray
turns my heart cold like that day
bare truth, baldfaced lie,
why does nothing satisfy?
how fickle my heart
swinging between trees
like a hammock
creaking bending trees
crying out pains agony-
red eyes of griefs lava tears
into the wind I let it go
a feather across the sand
between power lines
the crows can’t decide whether
to leave or stay
feet hold fast to whir of wire
head says run to shifting ground
from the earth
a crack
of fresh earthworms
slither through the pouring rain
clinging to last bits of life
the soccer field–
a marshland for herons
after the rain
reminds me of Nebraska
slow drum of Janis Ian
naked oak and birch
still in the November wind
haiku for the sky
only my breath caught
in the branches
One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
breathing in bath salts,
I think of the tears I tasted
when you said goodbye
bitter wind off oceans spray
turns my heart cold like that day
bare truth, baldfaced lie,
why does nothing satisfy?
how fickle my heart
swinging between trees
like a hammock
creaking bending trees
crying out pains agony-
red eyes of griefs lava tears
into the wind I let it go
a feather across the sand
between power lines
the crows can’t decide whether
to leave or stay
feet hold fast to whir of wire
head says run to shifting ground
from the earth
a crack
of fresh earthworms
slither through the pouring rain
clinging to last bits of life
the soccer field–
a marshland for herons
after the rain
reminds me of Nebraska
slow drum of Janis Ian
naked oak and birch
still in the November wind
haiku for the sky
only my breath caught
in the branches
birdsong–
my dog echoes the warbler
with her sore throat
A~Lotus, so December 15th is your birthday? Happy belated birthday!
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One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
breathing in bath salts,
I think of the tears I tasted
when you said goodbye
bitter wind off oceans spray
turns my heart cold like that day
bare truth, baldfaced lie,
why does nothing satisfy?
how fickle my heart
swinging between trees
like a hammock
creaking bending trees
crying out pains agony-
red eyes of griefs lava tears
into the wind I let it go
a feather across the sand
between power lines
the crows can’t decide whether
to leave or stay
feet hold fast to whir of wire
head says run to shifting ground
from the earth
a crack
of fresh earthworms
slither through the pouring rain
clinging to last bits of life
the soccer field–
a marshland for herons
after the rain
reminds me of Nebraska
slow drum of Janis Ian
naked oak and birch
still in the November wind
haiku for the sky
only my breath caught
in the branches
birdsong–
my dog echoes the warbler
with her sore throat;
the trill can be heard for miles,
is the bark worse than the bite?
@QM: Thank you! It was a wonderful Sunday!
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One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
breathing in bath salts,
I think of the tears I tasted
when you said goodbye
bitter wind off oceans spray
turns my heart cold like that day
bare truth, baldfaced lie,
why does nothing satisfy?
how fickle my heart
swinging between trees
like a hammock
creaking bending trees
crying out pains agony-
red eyes of griefs lava tears
into the wind I let it go
a feather across the sand
between power lines
the crows can’t decide whether
to leave or stay
feet hold fast to whir of wire
head says run to shifting ground
from the earth
a crack
of fresh earthworms
slither through the pouring rain
clinging to last bits of life
the soccer field–
a marshland for herons
after the rain
reminds me of Nebraska
slow drum of Janis Ian
naked oak and birch
still in the November wind
haiku for the sky
only my breath caught
in the branches
birdsong–
my dog echoes the warbler
with her sore throat;
the trill can be heard for miles,
is the bark worse than the bite?
from the birch tree
I peel away the bark
and write this haiku
532.
One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
breathing in bath salts,
I think of the tears I tasted
when you said goodbye
bitter wind off oceans spray
turns my heart cold like that day
bare truth, baldfaced lie,
why does nothing satisfy?
how fickle my heart
swinging between trees
like a hammock
creaking bending trees
crying out pains agony-
red eyes of griefs lava tears
into the wind I let it go
a feather across the sand
between power lines
the crows can’t decide whether
to leave or stay
feet hold fast to whir of wire
head says run to shifting ground
from the earth
a crack
of fresh earthworms
slither through the pouring rain
clinging to last bits of life
the soccer field–
a marshland for herons
after the rain
reminds me of Nebraska
slow drum of Janis Ian
naked oak and birch
still in the November wind
haiku for the sky
only my breath caught
in the branches
birdsong–
my dog echoes the warbler
with her sore throat;
the trill can be heard for miles,
is the bark worse than the bite?
from the birch tree
I peel away the bark
and write this haiku
I find the sap sweet, congealed
While my tears remain bitter
The backyard rubble
Holds wisps of waylaid dreams It’s
Slim pickings for birds.
@Robert: Wonderful addition to our renga!
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One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
breathing in bath salts,
I think of the tears I tasted
when you said goodbye
bitter wind off oceans spray
turns my heart cold like that day
bare truth, baldfaced lie,
why does nothing satisfy?
how fickle my heart
swinging between trees
like a hammock
creaking bending trees
crying out pains agony-
red eyes of griefs lava tears
into the wind I let it go
a feather across the sand
between power lines
the crows can’t decide whether
to leave or stay
feet hold fast to whir of wire
head says run to shifting ground
from the earth
a crack
of fresh earthworms
slither through the pouring rain
clinging to last bits of life
the soccer field–
a marshland for herons
after the rain
reminds me of Nebraska
slow drum of Janis Ian
naked oak and birch
still in the November wind
haiku for the sky
only my breath caught
in the branches
birdsong–
my dog echoes the warbler
with her sore throat;
the trill can be heard for miles,
is the bark worse than the bite?
from the birch tree
I peel away the bark
and write this haiku
I find the sap sweet, congealed
While my tears remain bitter
The backyard rubble
Holds wisps of waylaid dreams It’s
Slim pickings for birds;
they are dreamcatchers
tying each nightmare to the bare branches.
One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
breathing in bath salts,
I think of the tears I tasted
when you said goodbye
bitter wind off oceans spray
turns my heart cold like that day
bare truth, baldfaced lie,
why does nothing satisfy?
how fickle my heart
swinging between trees
like a hammock
creaking bending trees
crying out pains agony-
red eyes of griefs lava tears
into the wind I let it go
a feather across the sand
between power lines
the crows can’t decide whether
to leave or stay
feet hold fast to whir of wire
head says run to shifting ground
from the earth
a crack
of fresh earthworms
slither through the pouring rain
clinging to last bits of life
the soccer field–
a marshland for herons
after the rain
reminds me of Nebraska
slow drum of Janis Ian
naked oak and birch
still in the November wind
haiku for the sky
only my breath caught
in the branches
birdsong–
my dog echoes the warbler
with her sore throat;
the trill can be heard for miles,
is the bark worse than the bite?
from the birch tree
I peel away the bark
and write this haiku
I find the sap sweet, congealed
While my tears remain bitter
The backyard rubble
Holds wisps of waylaid dreams It’s
Slim pickings for birds;
they are dreamcatchers
tying each nightmare to bare branches.
(Actually, I like this one better without the extra “the”.)
A~Lotus & Robert Morse, really nice. Lotus, I do that, too, reworking sometimes. I like it without the “the,” too.
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One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
breathing in bath salts,
I think of the tears I tasted
when you said goodbye
bitter wind off oceans spray
turns my heart cold like that day
bare truth, baldfaced lie,
why does nothing satisfy?
how fickle my heart
swinging between trees
like a hammock
creaking bending trees
crying out pains agony-
red eyes of griefs lava tears
into the wind I let it go
a feather across the sand
between power lines
the crows can’t decide whether
to leave or stay
feet hold fast to whir of wire
head says run to shifting ground
from the earth
a crack
of fresh earthworms
slither through the pouring rain
clinging to last bits of life
the soccer field–
a marshland for herons
after the rain
reminds me of Nebraska
slow drum of Janis Ian
naked oak and birch
still in the November wind
haiku for the sky
only my breath caught
in the branches
birdsong–
my dog echoes the warbler
with her sore throat;
the trill can be heard for miles,
is the bark worse than the bite?
from the birch tree
I peel away the bark
and write this haiku
I find the sap sweet, congealed
While my tears remain bitter
The backyard rubble
Holds wisps of waylaid dreams It’s
Slim pickings for birds;
they are dreamcatchers
tying each nightmare to bare branches.
crows light on the wing
Raven holds November court
while hummers fly South
One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
breathing in bath salts,
I think of the tears I tasted
when you said goodbye
bitter wind off oceans spray
turns my heart cold like that day
bare truth, baldfaced lie,
why does nothing satisfy?
how fickle my heart
swinging between trees
like a hammock
creaking bending trees
crying out pains agony-
red eyes of griefs lava tears
into the wind I let it go
a feather across the sand
between power lines
the crows can’t decide whether
to leave or stay
feet hold fast to whir of wire
head says run to shifting ground
from the earth
a crack
of fresh earthworms
slither through the pouring rain
clinging to last bits of life
the soccer field–
a marshland for herons
after the rain
reminds me of Nebraska
slow drum of Janis Ian
naked oak and birch
still in the November wind
haiku for the sky
only my breath caught
in the branches
birdsong–
my dog echoes the warbler
with her sore throat;
the trill can be heard for miles,
is the bark worse than the bite?
from the birch tree
I peel away the bark
and write this haiku
I find the sap sweet, congealed
While my tears remain bitter
The backyard rubble
Holds wisps of waylaid dreams It’s
Slim pickings for birds;
they are dreamcatchers
tying each nightmare to bare branches.
crows light on the wing
Raven holds November court
while hummers fly South
dipping in the sunlight
they pull away the clouds
One seagull feather
hairy sculptures of seagrass
piled up on the dunes;
lady bugs and beetles land,
shelter from the cold, coarse sand
found in the sand
someone lost a loved one–
this wedding band,
years of what could and could not
happen in a span of life
lifes changing seasons
happy, sad, up, down, laugh, cry-
stay or go away;
underneath the roiling waves
calm moonlight draws me back in
breathing in bath salts,
I think of the tears I tasted
when you said goodbye
bitter wind off oceans spray
turns my heart cold like that day
bare truth, baldfaced lie,
why does nothing satisfy?
how fickle my heart
swinging between trees
like a hammock
creaking bending trees
crying out pains agony-
red eyes of griefs lava tears
into the wind I let it go
a feather across the sand
between power lines
the crows can’t decide whether
to leave or stay
feet hold fast to whir of wire
head says run to shifting ground
from the earth
a crack
of fresh earthworms
slither through the pouring rain
clinging to last bits of life
the soccer field–
a marshland for herons
after the rain
reminds me of Nebraska
slow drum of Janis Ian
naked oak and birch
still in the November wind
haiku for the sky
only my breath caught
in the branches
birdsong–
my dog echoes the warbler
with her sore throat;
the trill can be heard for miles,
is the bark worse than the bite?
from the birch tree
I peel away the bark
and write this haiku
I find the sap sweet, congealed
While my tears remain bitter
The backyard rubble
Holds wisps of waylaid dreams It’s
Slim pickings for birds;
they are dreamcatchers
tying each nightmare to bare branches.
crows light on the wing
Raven holds November court
while hummers fly South
dipping in the sunlight
they pull away the clouds
Sun sextile Saturn
Thanksgiving relationships
may take a quick turn
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