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March 3, 2009
Unlike what you learned in English class, haiku aren't dependent on 5/7/5 syllable counts. If you can't shake that popular misconception, then just think of the February 2009 Haiku-Wrimo pieces by `Laurence55 as a series of small poems. Either way, they're well-crafted, succinct, and beautiful.
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Literature Text
1.
winter rain-
an old pot fills
with moonlight
2.
sunrise...
birdsong falling
from the mountain
3.
just in time
for the newborn-
snow flurries!
4.
gang signs
on the old church door...
winter deepens
5.
stillness...
a cloud
of white breath
6.
deep
in the raven's cry-
southern drawl
7.
midnight walk-
between each star
the cosmos
8.
resting awhile
on Issa's death poem-
the fly
9.
morning thaw-
the bulldog's growl
softens
10.
loneliness...
leek soup cold
in the crock pot
11.
crows
becoming
dusk
12.
one cloud
the shade of mango-
winter's end?
13.
begging
in her native tongue...
day moon
14
noon rain-
children pour
from the school bus
15.
each strand of cobweb white dew
16.
smothering
the prayer candle-
evening fog
17.
my last dollar...
a scrap of daylight
on the table
18.
thunder!
one small face
at the window
19.
stretching between seasons earthworm
20.
gathering
the prisoners-
winter rainbow
21.
starry night
in the birdbath
a handful of coins
22.
in the dojo
a punching bag
swings
23.
at the feet
of Lord Ganesha...
a little frost
24.
into winter
I carry a plum
from Chile
24(b)
talk of spring
in the compost
melon seeds
25.
without my glasses
late snow-
flying ants!
25(b)
nothing to give
the beggar
thanks me still
26.
rain cloud-
the sparrow swells
with song
27.
shadow boxing...
the fighting fish circles
his plastic bowl
27(b)
wandering this poem nude
28.
haiku
one fragrance
white tea
winter rain-
an old pot fills
with moonlight
2.
sunrise...
birdsong falling
from the mountain
3.
just in time
for the newborn-
snow flurries!
4.
gang signs
on the old church door...
winter deepens
5.
stillness...
a cloud
of white breath
6.
deep
in the raven's cry-
southern drawl
7.
midnight walk-
between each star
the cosmos
8.
resting awhile
on Issa's death poem-
the fly
9.
morning thaw-
the bulldog's growl
softens
10.
loneliness...
leek soup cold
in the crock pot
11.
crows
becoming
dusk
12.
one cloud
the shade of mango-
winter's end?
13.
begging
in her native tongue...
day moon
14
noon rain-
children pour
from the school bus
15.
each strand of cobweb white dew
16.
smothering
the prayer candle-
evening fog
17.
my last dollar...
a scrap of daylight
on the table
18.
thunder!
one small face
at the window
19.
stretching between seasons earthworm
20.
gathering
the prisoners-
winter rainbow
21.
starry night
in the birdbath
a handful of coins
22.
in the dojo
a punching bag
swings
23.
at the feet
of Lord Ganesha...
a little frost
24.
into winter
I carry a plum
from Chile
24(b)
talk of spring
in the compost
melon seeds
25.
without my glasses
late snow-
flying ants!
25(b)
nothing to give
the beggar
thanks me still
26.
rain cloud-
the sparrow swells
with song
27.
shadow boxing...
the fighting fish circles
his plastic bowl
27(b)
wandering this poem nude
28.
haiku
one fragrance
white tea
Literature
Lake Windermere
We are sometime tourists,
forever wanderers
in open topped buses
tie-dyed amongst Mercedes.
Stringy haired,
smelling of campfire smoke,
our pockets filled with menthol cigarettes,
tin whistles,
and skipping stones.
We find ourselves
basking in the glow of laughter
under the dripdrip
of cave music.
Beers and sticky chocolate bars
fill our tattered canvas bags,
alongside leather flip flops,
discarded for bare footed expeditions
amongst spiders
bloodchilling streams
and daisy chains.
Literature
Haikuwrimo February 2009
28th
bare trunks
along the forest path -
gravestones in a clearing
------
27th
low tide -
stones piled upon
wet stones
------
26th
silent breeze -
a moorhen passing through
the norfolk reeds
------
25th
winter heathland -
ponds reflecting
pieces of sky
------
24th
break in the traffic -
ducks flapping past
in a line
------
23rd
Hythe canal -
a duck's wake scattering
the trees' reflections
------
22nd
heavy rain
on the playing fields
swans float
------
21st
clear night sky -
a car's engine
fading away
------
20th
thick fog -
dew droplets catch
the faint sunlight
------
19th
between fir
and pine -
Literature
Yellow haiku
Wind catches
the yellow sail
of the tulip
Suggested Collections
For the entire month of February, I will be participating in the 2009 Haiku Wrimo hosted by Each day I will update this deviation with a new haiku or senryu Enjoy, and don't forget to support the Haiku Wrimo
#8- Kobayashi Issa is considered one of the four classic masters of haiku. He is well known for his pathos and compassion for all life. He often featured flies, spiders, and other small creatures in his work.
#10-a crock pot is a large porcelain pot used for cooking soup or other meals that need to be cooked slowly. In my experience, it is typically associated with the south, though I'm sure it is used everywhere.
#23- Visiting a temple in Decatur, Georgia
#8- Kobayashi Issa is considered one of the four classic masters of haiku. He is well known for his pathos and compassion for all life. He often featured flies, spiders, and other small creatures in his work.
#10-a crock pot is a large porcelain pot used for cooking soup or other meals that need to be cooked slowly. In my experience, it is typically associated with the south, though I'm sure it is used everywhere.
#23- Visiting a temple in Decatur, Georgia
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