Conversation 105: THE DAILY HAIKU Themes 31 July – 27 August 2021

As our membership continues to grow and connections on THE DAILY HAIKU are strengthened this month two of our members who met virtually on TDH met in person Jenny Shepherd and Vivian Eliades.  I so enjoyed seeing the photographs from their afternoon tea get-together and hope that more of us will be able to meet in the real world.

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I am changing our two weekly round-ups to a monthly catch up.  More to get your teeth into.  So enjoy revisiting the last month’s themes again, showcase your favourite haiku from this time, write new, reveal our bonus themes and share with friends not on social media.

Daily Themes:

LOST

PATTERN

HIDE

TURF

LONGING

SCHOOL DAYS

DISTANCE

SELF

SAUCE

SUDDENLY

SAFE

WISTFUL

TAP

RUN

HIGH/LOW

AMBITION

BOOK BEGINNINGS

YESTERDAY

COAST

PHOTOGRAPH

SADNESS

MAPS

LISTEN

LAKE

ART

TOUCH

LIGHT

SOUND

WEATHER

GARDEN

TODAY

PASSING

NEEDLE

HERE

GATE

PRAYER

ALWAYS

 

Bonus Themes:

Truth

Lies

Weekly Themes:

MEMORIES

YELLOW

WIND CHIMES

HOPE

Impromptu Theme:

OLYMPICS

Season Words:

#23 Butterfly

#24 Summer

#25 Mosquito

#26 LEAVES

SLOW RENGA
NIGHT UNDER THE MOON
or
ONCE UPON A TIME
or
SUNLIGHT ON WATER
or
KETTLE ON THE STOVE
or
BREEZE SKIMMING THE GRASS
or
AFTERWARDS
or
LOST IN THE FOREST
or
FROM WHERE I STAND
Musical Prompt
Musical Theme: THE NEARNESS OF YOU by Ella Fitzgerald https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhaCNIpAnPs
Photo Prompt

For our Photo Prompt#7 we asked the previous week’s choice Hla Yin Mon to choose the next prompt. She chose this powerful photo from Jennifer Gurney of her grandmother’s 104 year old hands, this is why
“I see the old and wrinkled hands but with so many years of experience and wisdom touching that of a younger person as a gift handing over such valuable moral weath for the next generation…especially in these times of advanced technology and old people passing due to the pandemic, such qualities may some how loose their value much faster.”
For Photo Prompt#8 John Lanyon chose another Jennifer Gurney photo and said “I like the contrast between the man-made structure and the profusion of dandelion clocks. It reminds me of the wire fence surrounding Greenham common where the women anti-Cruise Missile protesters wove flowers into the chain link fencing. It also makes me think of Shakespeare’s song “Fear the Sun no more” from Cymbeline where Shakespeare descibes dandelion clocks as “chimney sweepers” – a Warwickshire dialect name. There’s a gap in the fence promising escape. Fences are not going to stop us.”
Thank you to Arthur Chappell for suggesting this new thread. Do keep adding images to the post in Announcements.
Haiga 
Thank you for your vibrant and imaginative contributions in response to a request for photographs for this haiga relating to our theme of SUMMER. There were so many amazing photographs these are our second selections for another haiga.
Do respond to the wonderful photographs featured here. Write haiku inspired by what you see, thinking beyond the literal representations, by either choosing a stand-alone haiku or making a new image with a haiku written over it.
Thank you for the photographs featured here to
I would like to thank Sébastien Revon & Marion Clarke who have been instrumental in guiding this thread.
Read the blog on HAIGA – Where Image and Haiku Meet which includes insights and illuminating examples of photo haiku by Marion Clarke https://thegreatmargin.org/…/conversation-11-writing..

3 Comments on “Conversation 105: THE DAILY HAIKU Themes 31 July – 27 August 2021”

  1. Some of my own favourites from this period:

    clouds
    always a different riff
    can you hear it

    always
    separated by our loss
    tied by grief

    here
    everywhere becomes
    another edge

    early morning mist
    leaves its ghostly print
    laced into gorse

    today
    will be the day
    I forget to be me

    to sit here again
    in the garden you tended
    and left too soon
    (I was asked where I would place the “kireji” here and responded maybe after tended but also after left)

    a first leaf falls
    I wish for more summers
    and an open road

    after a
    near death experience
    new life

    from each cast
    from the faint sigh of the float
    dreams of a catch

    my touch
    on this mountain path
    invisible

    a painted field
    makes a summer last in her
    front room forever

    found in your old desk
    every handmade card
    I ever made you

    beneath the surface
    I watch the other life
    I thought I led
    This haiku was inspired by a poetry film I made with director Andrew Gillman https://thepoetryfilms.com/film/

    where sky and lake meet
    balancing between themselves
    father and son
    another haiku inspired by a poetry film I made with Andrew Gillman International Waters https://thepoetryfilms.com/film-3/

    an old love letter
    between the creases
    secret whispers

    I am leaving crumbs
    for you to find your way
    to heal my sadness

    will it be enough
    if I say I’m sad
    for words to matter

    closing the curtains
    I leave a little light there
    in case you come back

    these days
    I wear more clothes
    for my photographs

    our youngest leaving
    he can’t wait – we wave him off
    bookends of safety

    untitled
    this day falls away
    from memory

    coming and going
    and we have been here before
    through he kissing gate

    unfound this morning
    in someone’s spare room
    remnants of self

    beachcombing
    each low tide
    a magic trick

    Do rivers recall
    on meeting sea who they were
    and where they’ve been?

    thrum of wind
    through summer meadow grass
    aeolian breath

    in the attic
    my old violin
    just sleeping

  2. Mainly Male Treatments

    In the beginning before I could run or jump my dad taught me how to read. A traveling salesman tapped at the door and said “I know your kids sick. I’ve got just the thing. Arthur Mee’s Children’s Encyclopedias. Cost less than you think and gives you back more than you could ask for” or so this story goes.

    Knock rat a tat tat
    My reply cough yellow phlegm
    Dad will sort it out

    I’m still a bookish fellow. Though I write in them more than read them. I put penmanship down to a grandad incident. I get my politics from records that a man composed and training that another man gave. The influence of men is not always negative. Neither is it always destructive.

    Sit me down with books
    Introduce me to letters
    Like the day before

    Eric is another. Completely strange. Completely weird. A one off. No one like him. But a joy to listen to. Mellifluous tones covering his zany interests and the expressions. Well, the expressions…. even when not original they always sound like he invented them or that they belong to him. Another wordsmith.

    Speak slow speak clearly
    In languages invented
    By a creative

    Two couples faced each other across the doorway to an old mansion. The lady of the house claims embarrassment. She was not expecting guests and has appointments. The visitors poo poo their understanding. They knew they hadn’t been invited and it was no trouble even if they had made cake. The master told them to take it home and bring it back another day. They exchanged phone numbers. He was organised, efficient. Called himself a student of life.

    More than photographs
    A film of crumbling buildings
    Old relationships

    Walking the famous heath in weather uncertain about its disposition like April we noted the absence of people. Was it the time of day, climatic conditions, or the beginning or end of pandemic.

    Yesterday. No men
    As me and wife went walking
    They’ve gone back to work

    Another case where the title changed mid and end flow. It has its usefulness though. It made me think most of my responses to The Daily Facebook. They arrive on DAO without a textual explanation at the beginning so why not revisit when ready for blog publication and stick it on at the end. A slight innovation.

    This week I’ve mainly focused on men I knew, I know and one who I am getting to know. Fine fellows each and everyone though doubtless not without fault (I could even say that about myself). Yet this week the male dominated Taliban scour Afghanistan scaring the west has it does so and a member of Incel (Involuntary Celibrants – did he know wanking disqualifies you from membership) took it upon himself to kill five in Plymouth. Come on men we can do better than this and I can tell better jokes. In the meantime here’s one of the better men….

    It’s Colin Hambrook
    Disposition mostly good
    A fine example

    1. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and haiku Richard, so enjoyable. Particularly fond of ‘More than photographs..’

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