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loons are calling
come to the waters edge
moon light swoons the day
Blinded Luna Moth
caught in the city's night web
pollinates street lights
bubbles swell and burst
irised on a silver stream
reveries of spring.
branches lain to rest
snaps of attention
like our dead can do
I enjoy Haiku
Underappreciated
Though it often is
Mucking out the barn,
Cows resent broken stolid peace
Why must humans intrude?
The 5-7-5 syllable line-up in three lines presents quite a challenge and is often ignored in painting a lovely vignette invoking the season. The Japanese impose their iron-clad discipline on us. We should not rebel but rather take it as a challenge.
There is always a heavy sense of zen within a really good haiku. What is there and nothing more completely paints a perfect picture. I am forever enthralled by this particular brand of poetry, mostly due to this aspect.
The more I meditate, the closer I feel to becoming one with the subject at hand in such a spare style. Perhaps I shall become good one day. It is a worthy task, both for the craft and the spirit.
n. pl. haiku also hai·kus
1. A Japanese lyric verse form having three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables, traditionally invoking an aspect of nature or the seasons.
2. A poem written in this form.
(From The American Heritage Dictionary)
Early morning calm.
A pair of swans glide soundlessly
beneath cloudless blue cool.
it is a difficult thing to pull off.
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And never flag till it succeed,
Through in the strife thy heart should bleed,
Whatever obstacles control,
Thine hour will come-go on, true soul!
Thou'lt win the prize, thou'lt reach the goal."
-Clarence Mackay