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Hawks over Haworth
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Winter Haiku
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Hopscotch in the rain
You don’t see chalk on the pavement much anymore.
My daughters used to do it outside our house and up the street with the neighbours’ children.
I was walking to school the other day to pick my daughters up when I saw some lovely pastel chalk drawings on the pavement and it took me back to when I was a kid.
So I wrote a haiku about it.
As you do.
Hopscotch in the rain.
Chalk on the pavement;
Hopscotch memories fade, in
Fine summer drizzle.
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Stellar new haiku
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New haiku
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Winter Haiku
A belated Happy New Year.
This is my first post of 2015. (Not including my last post which was a reblog.)
I started following a blog by Ashi Akira and he’s inspired me to get my haiku quill out. (It’s a fascinating blog – particularly the story about the Japanese and American WWII fighter pilots – well worth a visit.)
Rabbit carcass rots,
Heather bends its purple head,
Wuthering Heights call.
Listen to the song
Of the sparrows in the hedge,
Feeding time for chicks.
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Things for which I am grateful #41 & 42
Cherry Blossom trees and haiku poetry.
Pink Cherry Blossom
Tree rains petals upon child’s
Outstretched fingers.
If you’re unfamiliar with haiku poetry, it’s the Japanese art of writing verse in 17 syllables over three lines – 5 – 7 – 5, respectively. Although, a lot of contemporary verse tends to ignore the exact syllable count. Personally, I usually, (but not always), stick to it. I find it adds a certain amount of discipline.
The stone
Meets its reflection
As it skims across the lake.
I have a theory why non-Japanese poets ignore the syllable count because, when the great haiku poets such as Basho and Buson were translated into English, (or any other language), they didn’t conform to 5-7-5.
Maybe I’m mistaken. If anyone knows, feel free to share the knowledge.
Siesta time nears,
Though the fountain does not sleep.
Listen, it speaks: Shhhhhhhh.
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Wuthering haiku
Wild marsh grass of the
Wuthering Moors, bind my legs,
So, I, am no more.
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A Christmas Haiku
A brand-spanking new notebook from my beautiful girls for Christmas. With a little drawing and a message by each of them on the first two pages. Lucky Daddy.
Pine needles falling,
Children’s fingers rummaging,
Finding only spells.
‘Spell’ is also a Yorkshire colloquialism for a splinter.
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