lined up unarmed
awaiting winter
summer trees
Tag: poetry
Birthing
prising away
protecting tether
plops baby
*Experimenting with modern haiku. It’s funโtry it sometime.
On a winter eve
giant trees
falling soundless
sun setting
In the spirit of modern English haiku, I’m experimenting with shorter syllable patterns.
What rules?
It was in an English literature class, while studying Shakespeare, that I first heard of poetic licenses.
Poets breaking rules.
Writing as their heart desired. Morphing labels, forging words, scouring attention.
It fascinated me. I grew up learning to obey authority, as most of us did. And I followed devotedly, setting additional rules for myself.
I hated putting a foot out of line. Always submitted homework on time.
Though I loved restrictions, I also found immense joy in testing those boundaries. Thatโs why haiku as a poetic form attracted me. It threw a challenge: tell a story with limited words. Couldnโt resist.
Iโve been writing haiku for a while. And Iโve always vehemently stuck to the traditional pattern. A haiku is a Japanese form of poetry containing three lines in the 5-7-5 syllable pattern. Thatโs how Iโve always written it; thatโs the only way I knew of writing haiku.
Until I heard of Haibunโa piece that combines haiku and prose, often in travel writing and autobiographies.
Haigaโa haiku accompanied by a work of art like a painting or photograph.
And haikaiโlinked verses relating to vulgar, witty, and earthy topics written by multiple poets.
And then I heard of โmodern English haikuโ.
Apparently, contemporary haiku in English uses a 3-5-3 syllable pattern (with exceptions, of course).
I also learnt that the longer version is more suitable for Japanese haiku because of the languageโs natural rhythm.
Hmm.
So after being inspired by a bunch of modern haikus, I decided to give it a shot myself. Oh, wellโitโs not breaking the rules if thereโre no rules to begin with.
rebellion
poetic license
now convention
Thoughts, friends?
Distracted
โI hate youโ
you declared
stormed out
into the setting sun
that winterโs eve
through glass doors
away from me,
my reaching hand
I turned back
silent
oh, my child
I love you still
youโll come around
after all,
arenโt mothers and daughters
just fighting cocks?
it was something sillyโ
but my dear,
people will dally
you were right to worry
tensionโs high
big day nearby
complain, whineโfine
pray, lay off wine!
โdrive safeโ
text, less invasive
I hoveredโฆ
ah, beautiful shoes
perfect wedding night
complements your white
clicked my phone off
distracted.
Sought luxury for your feet
as you lost luxury of feet.


