I’ve joined the haiku group on Twitter and it has revived a former passion for the form.
Haiku is a Japanese poetry form that traditionally is written in three lines of 5 / 7 / 5 syllables, though not all people adhere to that rule. Twitter, with it’s 140 character limit is the ideal delivery medium for this art form. Below are my haikus from the last week. I’d love to see you on Twitter where you can add your 17 syllables to the flow. (My latest tweets–as NatureSpirits–are in my sidebar.)
A crocus chorus
glorifies and sings up Spring:
five purple divas.San Juan Islands loom;
the Strait a perfect blue void
of my potential.Starry winter night—
full moon rises, lights the bay,
spotlight on my dreams.Full, luscious moon climbs
through the ancient madrona;
red bark glows again.Fog attempts to steal
moonlight shimmers on the bay;
full moon lives in me.Deer herd congregates,
their collective breath rises—
small cloud; sky still blue.Pair of eagles glide
low over the bright blue bay;
gulls oblivious.Blustery morning,
perfect day for an air show:
seagulls loop the loop.Plump alder catkins
glow red against the gray sky,
brightening my day.Daffodils shout Spring,
but clouds whirl more winter down—
trumpets full of snow.Heron calls, hidden
amid trio of tall firs.
Heron hears my song.Wild cherry tree glistens,
raindrops reflecting the sun—
late winter tinsel.Willows push Spring out
from rough bare brown branches in
fuzzy miracles.
I really do feel even brief meditative moments can punctuate our days with respites from the chaos. How do you make pauses in your days?
Get your Zen on; see earlier group of haikus here.
April 2nd, 2009 at 8:18 am
Heron calls,
hidden
amid trio of tall firs
That is a great haiku.
You paint wonderful pictures!
-Raquel
April 2nd, 2009 at 9:08 am
Thanks Raquel, The haiku form does seem ideal for preserving those glimpses of divine nature. I will check out your poetry site. ~Oriana
April 2nd, 2009 at 11:11 am
Willows push Spring out
from rough bare brown branches in
fuzzy miracles.
I really love this one!
All of them absolutely beautiful!
April 2nd, 2009 at 12:12 pm
Thanks Susannah, I have always had a special affinity for pussy willows and weeping willows. As a child I built my treehouse in a willow, and I used to love finding pussy willows growing wild near the creek. Here in the far northwest, pussy willows are tree-like and grow right on the beach–amazing! ~Oriana