Haiku Thread

Wind whipped up a fire,
sent smoke to darken our skies,
laughed at our efforts.
 
Breathtaking pink bloom
brought forth at summer's sweet end.
Exquisite. Done now.
 
Roses are reddish
Vi-lets are purple-y blue
A lousy haiku

at least it was an honestly lousy non-ku - and made me smile. i wish some guys would post true haiku here (yeah, yeah, knock me for being a purist but most that appear here are not haiku, sorry). what is getting posted here might be funny, wry, sad, even sensual - but they are so far from being haiku. *sigh* and no, i write lousy ku, too, so my own examples won't help much... but there are those amongst the poet-heads who have the skills.
 
at least it was an honestly lousy non-ku - and made me smile. i wish some guys would post true haiku here (yeah, yeah, knock me for being a purist but most that appear here are not haiku, sorry). what is getting posted here might be funny, wry, sad, even sensual - but they are so far from being haiku. *sigh* and no, i write lousy ku, too, so my own examples won't help much... but there are those amongst the poet-heads who have the skills.

Vee and Senna
 
2 haiku (more on demand :)

Vee and Senna
I feel good about the "haiku & me" combination. I was recognized by the person, whose opinion was the most important to me, because She was the last Haiku Master. When I want to I can be haiku-conservative (orthodox), but I don't have to.

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pink pig in the sky
on a blue diet--
still fat​





wh,
1994-11-12


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crowded campfire
i withdraw and shiver​








wh,
2004-03-14
(2004-02-04)


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Enjoy,
 
Ahem, after reading up on it, I think this might be a proper haiku:

I guess it's springtime.
Still, ninety-seven degrees
Feels more like summer.
 
a wrong verb

Oh, never mind, and never mind Descartes too.
 
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Ha.

I used the word "guess" to imply a reluctant acceptance of the season due entirely to the time of year that it is, rather than establishing the season by what the actual weather conditions are. The latter approach makes more sense in climates with irregular seasons; seeing as how I lived most of my life in places with standard seasons and climates, I feel the urge to base things on what is familiar. The poem is not so much about establishing the time of year and the weather as much as it is opening oneself to different methods in which to perceive. The question then lies with the reader: is it spring because it's April, or is it summer because it's almost 100 outside? What is spring, and what is summer? How do you define your world?

None of this would be nearly as apparent if I used the word "think," which would imply that the author is not aware of what time it actually is. This would allow the reader an excuse to say "silly little writer, haven't you looked at the calendar?" By using the word "guess," it is presumed that I am aware of this, but unsure of the conclusion I have drawn by it, due to conflicting data.

I figured that was the point to haiku... to be succinct and deep. Well, now that I've explained my joke... laugh, dammit.
 
Ha.

I used the word "guess" to imply a reluctant acceptance of the season due entirely to the time of year that it is, rather than establishing the season by what the actual weather conditions are. The latter approach makes more sense in climates with irregular seasons; seeing as how I lived most of my life in places with standard seasons and climates, I feel the urge to base things on what is familiar. The poem is not so much about establishing the time of year and the weather as much as it is opening oneself to different methods in which to perceive. The question then lies with the reader: is it spring because it's April, or is it summer because it's almost 100 outside? What is spring, and what is summer? How do you define your world?

None of this would be nearly as apparent if I used the word "think," which would imply that the author is not aware of what time it actually is. This would allow the reader an excuse to say "silly little writer, haven't you looked at the calendar?" By using the word "guess," it is presumed that I am aware of this, but unsure of the conclusion I have drawn by it, due to conflicting data.

I figured that was the point to haiku... to be succinct and deep. Well, now that I've explained my joke... laugh, dammit.
the point is, though, that the word 'guess' isn't the sort of word to use in a ku like this... it's not about attributing that kind of dimensional space, nor anything flowery, or on-the-surface emotional, nor ... so much. which is what makes the true haiku so evasive.

the aim's to take a moment, show it to the reader, providing two images that might not seem connected till a third image (or idea) links them. the cleverness behind the ku is simple language, elegantly placed, but as it's read we can then see how it might apply to all sorts of things in life. there was one i read ages ago - i can't remember it well enough to quote verbatim - that showed a dragonfly and a boy, on a rock, by the river - the brief flash of colour and the boy left alone... damnit, i wish i could find that one. it was so elegant.
 
the point is, though, that the word 'guess' isn't the sort of word to use in a ku like this... it's not about attributing that kind of dimensional space, nor anything flowery, or on-the-surface emotional, nor ... so much. which is what makes the true haiku so evasive.

the aim's to take a moment, show it to the reader, providing two images that might not seem connected till a third image (or idea) links them. the cleverness behind the ku is simple language, elegantly placed, but as it's read we can then see how it might apply to all sorts of things in life. there was one i read ages ago - i can't remember it well enough to quote verbatim - that showed a dragonfly and a boy, on a rock, by the river - the brief flash of colour and the boy left alone... damnit, i wish i could find that one. it was so elegant.

Huh... well, shit it just isn't me. My curiosity has now been satisfied. Thanks chip!
 
Huh... well, shit it just isn't me. My curiosity has now been satisfied. Thanks chip!

:D

the thing is, there are so many misconceptions about what haiku is - the most common being you can write anything so long as it's arranged over 3 lines in a 5-7-5 syllable sequence - that confusion reigns. my own preconceived notion of what a haiku is comes from having co-written with a guy who won accolades in japan for his ku's. i still don't 'get' some of the stuff i see written as ku's, and realise it's probably down to me having learned the one particular outlook i did - so when i hold other stuff up to it by comparison, they might seem non-ku but really are. :eek:

there is absolutely nothing wrong with writing 'shorts' that are not haiku but are perfectly formed small poems in their own right. the main thing is to write what you need to write. label it afterward or leave it unlabeled. labels only matter if you're submitting. the poem being true to itself is the most important thing to poetry... imo anyway
 
I agree with you there. However, sometimes, I feel the urge to abide by forms and formats simply to inject some discipline and structure into my often languid approach... keeps the work from getting lazy.
 
fish suck air
first drops swallowed
cracked clay glazed
 
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