Haiku

[Quadman2]

Stubbed Toe


Again toed my stub
done too often becomes nub
Oh how loud I shriek
More than a month and a week
Still pogo stick bounce in streets

I can relate, due to a broken toe, two months back!


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[Quadman2]

Time Passes

Clock hands creep ahead,
Sliding across the mute face.
Days have been numbered,
Passing in orderly rows,
Waiting for the final chime.

Reminded me of a song, "My Grandfather's Clock (1876) therein the clock stopped when the old man died".

It had quite the impact on me as a kid, listening to it on the radio...and NO, I wasn't around WHEN this song was written!

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[Quadman2]

COFFEE

Elixir we want
to cope with our daily chores,
it becomes a need.

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[bobsvinyl]

Daybreak

Sun raggedly climbs,
Grasping the clouds for support.
Dull shards of sunlight
Half heartedly move downward
Barely warming the dry earth.

 

[bobsvinyl]

Life Cycle

Worm burrows upward.
Seeking the sun's energy.
Raven ends it's quest.

 

[Apreggiator]

Currents

Smiling on the shore
Trophies warm in both my hands
Yet the tide won’t rest

 

[Quadman2]

Stubbed Toe


Again toed my stub
done too often becomes nub
Oh how loud I shriek
More than a month and a week
Still pogo stick bounce in streets

Strange how that word, "stub" comes to mind...and always seems it relates to the toes!


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[Quadman2]

Life Cycle

Worm burrows upward.
Seeking the sun's energy.
Raven ends it's quest.

Early "bird" really does get the worm, eh?


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Time Passes

Clock hands creep ahead,
Sliding across the mute face.
Days have been numbered,
Passing in orderly rows,
Waiting for the final chime.

A clock does more than tell time, as it measures our time on the Stage before... the final act.

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[Quadman2]

CHRISTMAS

Sad that our Yuletide
now morphed into just giving
and not His birthday
being celebrated for
what was original birth.

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Stumbled a fair bit on this one...after many attempts for a Tanka.

 

[bobsvinyl]

Post Santa

Ripped wrapping paper
Cast across the living room
In random piles,
No longer masking presents,
Just waiting for the trash bin.

 

[bobsvinyl]

The Child

Eyes searching for truth,
Blind to life's sad illusions.
That will come later.

 

[bobsvinyl]

The Fire

Smoke curling and black
Rises from the burning wood
Like a tarnished saint.

 

[Quadman2]

SKIING

Assaulting white slopes,
carving snow paths in soft snow
enjoying moguls
speeding through thick crystal drifts
being Winter King of all!

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[Quadman2]

The Fire

Smoke curling and black
Rises from the burning wood
Like a tarnished saint.

Powerful last line! History backs me up.

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[bobsvinyl]

SKIING

Assaulting white slopes,
carving snow paths in soft snow
enjoying moguls
speeding through thick crystal drifts
being Winter king of all!

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Great imagery!

 

[Quadman2]

The Child

Eyes searching for truth,
Blind to life's sad illusions.
That will come later.

An unfortunate path taken by the many today, who have no future.

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[Quadman2]

SILENCE

Pin dropping time with
noise being muffled, absorbed
in sound studio.

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[Quadman2]

For some who take in this tightly structured writing format that originated by Japanese writers, that is an enigma of sorts, due to the brevity of having only three lines to work with.

This oriental group of poets became popular in the 1700's, but some earlier traces of this writing can be found as far back as in the 700's.

The initial intent was to share in appreciation of Nature, but it's not so for AK'ers who want to try their hand at this easy, but sometimes difficult task to stay within the 5/7/5 syllable structure. Then there's the Tanka, with a 5/7/5/7/7 format, making it a little longer with the two added lines.

Give it a go. Y'all might enjoy the challenge of writing one. The second will be easier!


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[Quadman2]

MUSIC

Soothes they say wild beasts,
inspiring armies
but for me just peace.

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[bobsvinyl]

Frigid

Hard icy fingers
Grasping any exposed flesh
Singeing like fire.