haiku what i wrote
an assemblage of haiku (including some tanka and a few senryu) composed while blogging, inspiration from several different sources.
most of us know haiku, a short poem of three lines normally, though not essentially, comprising five, seven and five slyabubbles respectively, present tense, observational and suggests or depicts something of nature. pick 'n' choose, it doesn't really matter.
senryu is the same form as haiku, though its essence is about personal or human nature, sometimes humorous.
tanka starts off the same as haiku but has an extra two lines of seven sylabubs each which serve to reflect, conclude or merely follow on from the main haiku form.
these definitions are definitely unreliable, so don't shoot me down. it's just poetry, we're not in the business of bottling lemons.
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since posting this, I have been introduced to a very new variation known as a fib. a fib gets its name and its rules from the mathematical fibonacci series, it being a 6 line poem comprising 1-1-2-3-5-8 syllables. the only other rule is the first and second lines cannot be definite or indefinite articles (a, the, le, la, il etc).
it's an interesting concept though the problem with single word phrase lines is not just to create a 4-3-5-8 or a 7-5-8 poem in which the first phrase is broken down just to comply with fibonacci. As far as the true soul of haiku goes, it's probably a step too far, but it's not for me to make or insist on the rules!
the haiku
10.
jasmine shadows dance
to the silent song of the breeze
between sun and cloud
9.
beneath the limelight
a hundred pepper moths jive
through valerian blooms
8.
night cloud sailing
over the dark spectral sea
of tranquillity
7.
ivy, verdant spears
piercing forlorn hearts of stone
life and death as one
6.
field of lowly crowns
each upon a dandy’s head
knaves who would be kings
5.
front row vacant seats
centre stage the dawn still plays
to an empty house
4.
blue sky winter sun
feeling warm through my dark fleece
cold air burns the hands
3.
grey indolent air
lethargic trees scarcely stir
my life is on hold
2.
in the morning's blue
sits an incongruous moon
odd like a spare part
1.
twigs sprout from branches
sons in their father's image
grand family tree
the senryu
8.
eyes ask when? yes, now
noses like a puzzle solved
your lips strangely soft
7.
finally the light!
but around the bend awaits
another tunnel
6.
a new task today
bespoke yet familiar
working déjà vu
5.
any danger of tea?
that gruesome dense office brew
gets me through the day
4.
ovum’s yellow pearl
treasured orb from juices deep
prairie oyster cure
3.
waiting for new tyres
i walk around watermoor
taking in the light
2.
evening classmates
learning the language of love
one has to start here
1.
soft breeze parts your blouse
enticing valley between
smooth and curving flesh
and the tanka
2.
in the bare lime tree
an excited chaffinch sings
of hot potatoes
the small bird’s love song heralds
this cold grey season’s demise
1.
a curious sun
draws aside the grey curtain
peeks once then is gone
the briefest illuminance
gives the most brilliant light
the fib
2.
school
bell
silent
solitude
the blue embracing
twilight nears, the last child has flown
1.
tall
blooms
blood red
upon gold
such bounty can't hide
my brother cut down in anger
most of us know haiku, a short poem of three lines normally, though not essentially, comprising five, seven and five slyabubbles respectively, present tense, observational and suggests or depicts something of nature. pick 'n' choose, it doesn't really matter.
senryu is the same form as haiku, though its essence is about personal or human nature, sometimes humorous.
tanka starts off the same as haiku but has an extra two lines of seven sylabubs each which serve to reflect, conclude or merely follow on from the main haiku form.
these definitions are definitely unreliable, so don't shoot me down. it's just poetry, we're not in the business of bottling lemons.
*
since posting this, I have been introduced to a very new variation known as a fib. a fib gets its name and its rules from the mathematical fibonacci series, it being a 6 line poem comprising 1-1-2-3-5-8 syllables. the only other rule is the first and second lines cannot be definite or indefinite articles (a, the, le, la, il etc).
it's an interesting concept though the problem with single word phrase lines is not just to create a 4-3-5-8 or a 7-5-8 poem in which the first phrase is broken down just to comply with fibonacci. As far as the true soul of haiku goes, it's probably a step too far, but it's not for me to make or insist on the rules!
the haiku
10.
jasmine shadows dance
to the silent song of the breeze
between sun and cloud
9.
beneath the limelight
a hundred pepper moths jive
through valerian blooms
8.
night cloud sailing
over the dark spectral sea
of tranquillity
7.
ivy, verdant spears
piercing forlorn hearts of stone
life and death as one
6.
field of lowly crowns
each upon a dandy’s head
knaves who would be kings
5.
front row vacant seats
centre stage the dawn still plays
to an empty house
4.
blue sky winter sun
feeling warm through my dark fleece
cold air burns the hands
3.
grey indolent air
lethargic trees scarcely stir
my life is on hold
2.
in the morning's blue
sits an incongruous moon
odd like a spare part
1.
twigs sprout from branches
sons in their father's image
grand family tree
the senryu
8.
eyes ask when? yes, now
noses like a puzzle solved
your lips strangely soft
7.
finally the light!
but around the bend awaits
another tunnel
6.
a new task today
bespoke yet familiar
working déjà vu
5.
any danger of tea?
that gruesome dense office brew
gets me through the day
4.
ovum’s yellow pearl
treasured orb from juices deep
prairie oyster cure
3.
waiting for new tyres
i walk around watermoor
taking in the light
2.
evening classmates
learning the language of love
one has to start here
1.
soft breeze parts your blouse
enticing valley between
smooth and curving flesh
and the tanka
2.
in the bare lime tree
an excited chaffinch sings
of hot potatoes
the small bird’s love song heralds
this cold grey season’s demise
1.
a curious sun
draws aside the grey curtain
peeks once then is gone
the briefest illuminance
gives the most brilliant light
the fib
2.
school
bell
silent
solitude
the blue embracing
twilight nears, the last child has flown
1.
tall
blooms
blood red
upon gold
such bounty can't hide
my brother cut down in anger
posted by Ian russell at 5:18 AM
1 Comments:
Very nice, indeed- especially liked the jasmine haiku.
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