I’m Bridie, a semi-retired mental health nurse in Manchester, fianceè, happy mum and grandmother.The Daily Haiku has grown on me like a comfort blanket. It saw me through having Covid in March, it keeps me in touch with other creative minds. I actually love it. Sometimes lately when I have been busy or minus my pizzazz, I read work from others and its’ calming. Certain names are familiar and I have sense of each as a personality,I like that very much. So in ways it’s like a Haiku family.
The whole idea of the 5/7/5 structure of Haiku appeals to me. As an Irish woman who writes poems, short stories, monologues and delves into Open Mic sessions when routines were normal, my feeling is I’ve always said too much. But, in Haiku it feels like expanding a thought then minimising it to capture a snippet of meaning. Now that’s beautiful and takes a little discipline to learn. I’m still learning.
I am an impromptu writer. The inspiration is usually something seen, heard or felt in real time. Watching the News, seeing human conflict, trauma that evokes emotion, or a story that fills me with joy. The urge is there not to let that moment pass. So I capture some in a poem. On reflection, I think it has more to do with passing of time and how us humans can abuse that gift. This liminal space we inhabit and those we share time with matters greatly to me. Experiences that shape us as humans along the way, make us who we are. That’s inspiring for me.
I am a visual thinker. How many people hold up a half glass of wine against Christmas tree lights, see shimmer or colours that dance, then pause to write a Haiku? Maybe the tipsy kind but honestly I only had a few sips. I adore simplicity and being a watcher of simple and complex people and things. Pandemic restrictions have cauterised some poetic flow for me, I love nothing better than sitting in a crowded place watching people pass by. Now, I am so avoidant of other humans, I have to tell myself to have commonsense.
Haiku for me, gives brevity without losing depth. I don’t have a picture for every Haiku creation but the beauty i have seen stays with me, just waiting to form into words. I don’t have to be in a crowd to remember how it feels.It only takes a short stroll to a park or into a woods to soak up nature at its best. That’s where natural phenomena touch soul. I can’t imagine a world devoid of nature’s gifts. Flowers in bud or in full glory, standing under a tree canopy, seeing birds in flight or dragonflies on water’s edge. Yet, I could happily imagine a world without Gaia’s other side,volcanoes, tsunami’s and other disasters.
In Haiku, topics seem softer edged which suits my reality driven mind at times.
Soft, as that awe felt
caressing a newborn’s head
Toes counted, then smelt.
I’ve enjoyed the variety of topics some light, some pensive and some themes that could merge together. Finding a photo of meaning,adding it to a theme is satisfying.
Last year, we’d visited Scotland and went to Kielder, I know it was bigger than a wood but I became like a scaredy-cat child there, it was so immense, only two humans in a vast area,childish fears took over and I realised I was a townie at heart, despite loving nature. My Haiku with image gave me freedom to express that
I like when I have seen an image that fits the theme. This Irish sculptor’s work drew me right in.
if shadows cast steal your light,
cling on and climb high.
(Sculpture ‘Aspiration’ Dublin 1995. By Rowan Gillespie)
My Irishness is me, TDH has touched on Myths Legends and Celtic deities but what warms my heart is also memory.Haiku allows not just history learned, to enthuse ideas but senses used. The smell of soda bread baking is a favourite,it grounds me and I can immerse in happy times again.
Irish Soda Bread
Kneaded,crossed like a blessing
Hot buttery melt.
I enjoy the creativity of The Daily Haiku contributions, especially Wednesday and Fridays where we become like giddy teenagers bouncing off each other’s thoughts. The here and now of tapping in newly created haiku’s is fun. It has helped my wellbeing. There is kind acceptance in the TDH group, no nasties. That’s such sweet relief in these times.
Thank you Amanda.