Haiku

A new can of Spam
Pink gelatinous meat blob
I ain't eating that

Love it! :)

:: curtsy ::

Choosing employment
"Do art" said no one ever
I should have listened

Keep it simple Stu
Let the great ideas Flo
Quick and content Rich

Discussion forums
are not the place for haiku!
Art and words don't mix.

Of course I'm kidding.
After all, I started this.
I can't turn back now.

A fact in my house
Pet hair found in the kitchen
Is a condiment

Liz Truss for P M?
I don't think so any more
She's gone: close the door!

Why Five, Seven, Five?
I do not understand it.
Call me a numbskull.

Why Five, Seven, Five?
A mystery, it is true...
How it's always been.

Why iambic pentameter?
Why Alexandrine rhyme-schemes?
Why Limericks?

Write an Alexandrine Haiku Limerick anybody?! :)

Bright sunshine abounds
Summer flowers soon grow tall
Bees gather pollen


What's in a picture
Can you see the spirit there
Or linger awhile

Laughter lifted me
from the depths of broken dreams
Friends, dear treasured Friends

Can I forget you,
even now that you are gone?
I still dream of you.

Words appeared, useless
Reading now seemed tiresome
Sleep and dreams beckoned

Because I kissed you
I am forever broken
Never again love

Where is my pencil?
I need to make a drawing
And color it pink.

Wrote a poem today,
the best I've ever written.
Now I can't find it.

Five, seven and five
Is English language haiku
Not so in Japan

I didn't know that, Susan. What is the pattern there?

Two roads to follow:
I chose the one less traveled,
changing everything.

(With apologies to Robert Frost!)

Clever Tom spoke out
Attracting much attention
But sadly all left

Jon, there are actually quite a few rules to writing a real haiku besides the misguided syllable counting (which tends to make them too long by Japanese standards), which is a far cry from what we're doing here, and despite its simplicity (or perhaps because of it) it's actually considered fairly difficult to do well... and with good reason.

These sites will explain it better than I can without writing a missive:

https://www.nahaiwrimo.com/why-no-5-7-5
https://thehaikufoundation.org/some-thoughts-on-line-and-syllable-count-in-english-language-haiku/

And if you want to get really serious about it:
https://www.tofugu.com/japan/haiku/

Thanks! I'll check them out.

I've actually always liked the sparseness and discipline of having to work within the 5/7/5 parameters. But I'll be interested to see what the next levels are.

In the meantime, I'm thoroughly enjoying the thread, both reading others' posts and getting to write my own.

computer light room
publishing my photographs
wishing they would sell

My attempt at something a bit more traditional in the technically required nature theme (and 5-7-5 cuz English, but I did try for more brevity)

At morning's first light
the garden begins to sing
as day comes to life

She sat all alone
Listening to the chirping birds
Watching the sunrise

Quickly scribbled words
Were drowned out in the silence
Of all the deaf ears

Friends had moved away
Their lives on different paths
She sat all alone

Is it time to leave?
Reflecting on the lost words
Dispelled into space

Participation.....
Stopped; ended, finished, sadly
So he walked away.................

Anticipation
made ev'ry day eternal
Was it worth the wait?

Days fall silently
dropping from my calendar,
leaves made out of time

Spring's awakening
New growth glows in the sunshine
Peeking through the cold

Weird scenes haunt my dreams
Nightmarish and unexplained
I long for morning

Now hours later
Sad images still linger
Blanketing my day

Where do they come from
The vividness of the dreams
I long to forget

It began early
The pounding rain on the roof
And still the bird sang

The fresh strawberries
Floated in the cereal
She wasn't hungry

Avoiding puddles
She stepped carefully, watching
Her new shoes get wet

The hot, strong coffee
The warm sunlight streaming in
It must be morning

The earthquake rattled
Equilibrium achieved once more
The planet settles

The purple tulips
Are now in Mom's Pink Teapot
Slowly opening

Ideas lingered
Meandering thoughts running
Disorder emerged

It is a strange place
He pondered in the silence
All things unanswered

The budding bushes
The promise of bright color
A season's rebirth

Where are writers?
And where are the poets now?
Am I all alone?

L A seeks poets
I looked in my bag of words
surprise nothing there

oh wait what is this
found thirty-four syllables
writing two Senryu

I looked everywhere
Under rocks cars and drift wood
I saw them sky high

So glad to see you
And speak of the times long past
It has been too long

I walked up the stairs
I walked right back down the stairs
The exercise helps

I watched the eagles
High above in their aerie
They looked back at me

Today should be warm
Put old clothes on and pull weeds
Playing in the dirt

Based upon recent experiences with Amtrak:

Late train whispers lies,
Passengers wait, time stretched thin—
Hope clings to the rails.

Last night's storm rain, wind
Howling through the bending trees
Rain pounding on roofs