I’ve just written a haiku, first poetry in ages, about a view across the sea from my parked car. Then I wrote one about a frog we saw in a pond. My son and I both laughed out loud at it and it was sooo cheering.
This post was brought forward. I’ve recently started my Substack the575project.com to memorialize my idea of writing a haiku every day for a year. They certainly aren’t always amazing but the full body of work will be something I am proud of. I love the concise nature of this form of creativity.
I so enjoyed reading this, I love haikus! I try to write one to go with each of my watercolor paintings , thank you!
A narrow ingress
Nature’s path guiding my soul
Caw! Mocks the old crow
Hello Beth! Found you by way of this article…
I was turned on to Haiku by @TylerKnottGregson and have even read about haiku as meditation…
Most of my notes here are Substack are haiku I have written along with photos I take on my daily walks…
Would love any feedback you would like to provide
https://adamsaysstuff.substack.com?r=3abow&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=profile
Sunlight bursting through
Alighting on lush green ferns
Bathing green with gold
I’ve just written a haiku, first poetry in ages, about a view across the sea from my parked car. Then I wrote one about a frog we saw in a pond. My son and I both laughed out loud at it and it was sooo cheering.
This post was brought forward. I’ve recently started my Substack the575project.com to memorialize my idea of writing a haiku every day for a year. They certainly aren’t always amazing but the full body of work will be something I am proud of. I love the concise nature of this form of creativity.
Dark shadow lengthens
A silent soul by my side
Its footfall unheard
Rising wind bends grass
Movement in the morning sun
Winter's dance unfolds
Just came across your writing this morning, nice to wake up to
Four Haikus and a couple with two versions.
1. Apple tree is bare
Three lone leaves remain
The breeze picks up
Or,
1. Apple tree is bare
It looks to be dead
The breeze picks up
2. Harsh end and thorns
All that remain of the pruned rose
A piece on the grass, missed the green bin
3. It stretches along below the hedge
The ivy, healthy dark green
The hedge holey and full of stick
Or,
3. It stretches along below the hedge
The ivy, healthy dark green
The hedge, its bared branches leaving big holes
4. Patches of peach amidst the grey clouds
Rolling over the pale blue sky
The air with a chill
The sky holds the snow
The ground anticipates its arrival
The Robin sings his song
The sky holds the snow
The ground anticipates its arrival
The Robin sings his song
The crisp morning sky
Pale sun poking through
Hello, last day of the year
The wind hurled
The snowflakes spiralled
Darkness descended with a twinkle
Glittering baubles
Suspended in time
Before Christmas is packed away.
As the second-hand ticks
clouds switch from white to grey
the waves keep crashing