Liquid life force flows
rushing and overflowing
boulders peeking up.
The first challenge of the Poetry 201 is haiku. I love haiku, but I’m just not as comfortable with getting the seasonal aspect down. Because while you can make anything into a haiku, the traditional seasonal thing is what gets me. The unsaid ‘winter’ or ‘summer’. All because you use one word or line that denotes the season.
But the creek is full and gushing and water is so crucial where I live. It is a life force.
Next I decided to play around with just water without the haiku, still sticking with the rushing water.
The liquid life force that flows downstream
rushing as the storms have passed
covering over the banks where I walked.
Sandy beaches are no more sandy;
the creek has swelled to a white water rapids river.
Now I stand on the bank in dismay.
How do I cross the river to the other side?
How do I reach the promise of new thoughts?
I now must bide my time till the water settles down.
Settles down to a placid old man waiting with his newspaper,
until this unruly child has it’s temper tantrum.
And I have no idea if that’s what I’m going for or not. There is an unspoken feeling in there. Probably mixing with my own emotions of waiting. Well, it’s a start.
A candy cane sees
happy licks slowly pleasing
under Christmas trees.
Not sure it’s really good, but eh, I had the dice out the other night and Christmas was still on my brain. No, not all of these words are included in Haikubes, but well, that’s what the blank spaces are for…..
I was inspired recently by C.B. Wentworth‘s post on haikus, The Haiku Debate. Her article was quite interesting and I urge you all to go take a look. I liked how she talked about traditional form and non traditional. The 5-7-5 rules and how Japanese haiku was never written in three lines, but one long line. I figured that out from reading Liza Dalby‘s East Wind Melts the Ice (a personal favorite book of mine).
I actually really like haiku, though I don’t read much of it. It’s rather soothing, short and says a whole lot in a very little space. I’m very wordy, never get my point across quickly, and ramble. So this is like a breath of fresh air for me. So, haiku is this cute little package of poetry. You can jot it down on a small piece of paper and it doesn’t take up any room.
So I pulled out my Haikubes the other night and used them to come up with two wintery haikus. I just picked some keywords and added in what I thought fit for the time of year. Here is what I came up with
English: Flying geese over Marsh Farm Marsh Farm campsite http://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/1396185 has lots of fishing lakes to attract birds, these seem to live on the site full time apart from when they all take their evening flight. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Grand icy traveling
Fire warms any heart
Flocks of lofty geese
Flying giant arrow vees
Wind over water
They might not be quite right, but I liked the thought. And it’s practice. I feel I should probably read Basho’s book on haiku, but I’ve not gotten around to reading it yet. I only have so much time for poetry and I have a lot of poets I follow now.
But I want to thank C.B. for her post because it was the inspirational kick I needed.
What do you all think? And do you write haiku?
Okay, my Haiku a Day has seriously taken a hit when it comes to writing or posting. So, in order to correct some of that… A plethora of haikus.
Pardon the lack of posts. I’ve been terribly uninspired by haiku.
Long winter grasses
Sorrowful whistling wind
Blows my mind away
Wood smoke rising high
Branches and leaves burn so hot
A warmth invades me
Winter rain on roof
tinkling softly at night
Thinking of springtime
Golden glow of lamp
Shines from my window at night
Dreaming of wishes
Rain dripping dropping
Thunderous water flows down
Floating in my thoughts
And clearly, my thoughts are on the rain that hasn’t stopped for three days. Three days of nonstop rain. I’ve had enough. I know, I could live in Seattle. But I’m not in Seattle. So, in a cramped house, with four people, the rain needs to stop. At least so I can get out and walk a bit.
Sweet summer roses
Spicy warm and full of life
Let me walk with you
The chill of the day, and the lack of feeling very chipper made me need something summery. Roses fit the bill. My rose, showcased in the picture, is Playboy. One of the sweetest smelling roses I know, without all that cloying annoying scents you can sometimes get. A nice old fashioned rose.
A Reflection On….
Any light between
Embraced timidly with love
Ah yes. Thank you Haikubes. I have no idea what I was getting at. It’s a relection on something, and the word reflection made me think of light. The rest of the words sort of just fit.
A wood of vetiver calm
Thinking of cedar
Okay, I was in my essential oils closet tonight, trying to come up with something for pain killer-ness. I sort of found it in the marjoram and vetiver, and the combo smelled like cedar. I know, really inspirational….
But, if you are one who loves essential oils, then you might get it. For this perfect combo, use two drops marjoram and one drop vetiver in 15 drops of jojoba oil. Massage…. or just smell because it is this perfect woodsy scent.
Timidly I walk
To water swimming inside
Wise are the fish
Again, I have no idea what I was getting at here. Sort of lyrical, without knowing why. Does one need to know the meaning in a haiku? Or can one just write something that suits their fancy?
A time for balance
All have parallel riches
Point me towards home
Don’t ask me what I was getting at here. I’m not even sure.
Bear with me, I’m making this up on the spot.
A winter moondance
Little whispers of silver
Floating on the trees
Okay, it’s not bad. I didn’t pull out the haikubes today, and I was not inspired at all to write, but, the moon is out, not full, but bright in the cold winter sky. I have a fascination with the moon, so this goes. I hope the last line steps to the side like Kaitlin, over on The Athlete Series, recommended I do. Well, I guess it will just take practice.