Here is your weekly round-up of themes, prompts and blog posts on THE DAILY HAIKU. Write new haiku, share with a friend not on social media and share your favourite haiku.
I am thrilled by the rich diversity and inspiration of THE DAILY HAIKU Reading List – that’s my year or three or twenty sorted. Do keep adding your suggestions across all genres and disciplines. https://thegreatmargin.org/conversations/conversation-53-the-daily-haiku-reading-list
WEEKLY THEME: REFLECTIONS
BONUS THEME: YELLOW
Impromptu Theme responding to International Women’s Day: WOMEN International Womens Day
DAILY THEMES:
Cabin/Hut
Undergrowth
Taste
Contrasts
Pond
Thoughts on a Cold Day
Be inspired by a proverb
SLOW RENGA:
A Chance to write haiku that starts with either
The Folded Sheet
or
In Darkness
Take time to mull over each haiku, the variations around a theme that these lines suggest which will encourage a deeper contemplation.
SEASON WORD#2: WARMTH
MUSICAL PROMPT: The Sound of Silence by Simon & Garfunkel https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAEppFUWLfc
HAIGA: Respond to these images with haiku. Useful blog on Haiga https://thegreatmargin.org/conversations/conversation-11-writing-haiku-haiga-where-image-and-haiku-meet/
3 Comments on “Conversation 55: THE DAILY HAIKU Themes 6-12 March 2021”
On reflection some favourites from the week marked for me by International Women’s Day
Pick that apple
Before it falls – shine it up
Take a great big bite!
the day hangs ajar
betwixt rainbow and showers
an egret shrugs
I had to get out
sew myself some distance
listen to the cold
in darkness
slow slowing black
crow dreamed
(inspired by listening again to UNDER MILK WOOD read by Richard Burton)
the folded sheet
every last crease of it
matches your last smile
once upon a frog
jumped into an old pool
the sound make haiku
Fake news alert! Don’t
pin your original sin
on me and my kind.
marmalade sunrise
the taste of missing you
each morning
hard to hear against
the din – but note the primrose
her quiet wisdom
‘neath each rose its thorns
tis in the untamed tangles
that life’s real sting lies
(cabin)
she sits waiting
for the next stranger
seeking refuge
*****
(warmth)
even the warmth of the sun
couldn’t deny her
caress
*****
(warmth)
another day done
warmed by his love and the sun
kisses from both men
*****
(undergrowth)
he could not get through
no matter how hard he tried
so he went around
*****
(reflections)
reflections … mirrors
looking back at me and you
having a good laugh
*****
(pond)
still brimming with life
the old pond feels young again
as the lotus blooms
*****
(pond)
would haiku exist
if the frog in the old pond
never made a splash?
*****
(warmth)
warmth of Spring rain
gentle showers feed the seed
bursting to be seen
******
(the folded sheets)
the folded sheets
await the “shake” … with secrets
only lovers share
*****
(on children/kahlil gibran)
I hold them with love
Knowing they will leave this house
Into the unknown
*****
(in darkness)
in darkness I seek
light … invisible wavelengths
bright as all my dreams
*****
(thoughts on a cold morning)
I sip my hot tea
Slowly without intention
The bones creak less now
*****
(pond)
youth awakes
the old pond
a lotus buds
*****
(internation women’s day) (warned this Tanka did NOT mean to take off your Covid mask, but to take the ‘other’ one off)
let the mask come off
reveal and revel freedom
so others can heal
stand naked and dare the ones
who cover up their dry bones
Busy week, Amanda. Thanks, as always!
Echoes
Looking back through time
I see my growth restricted
By tasteless bullies
Here in black and white
A written record of shame
For how they behaved
This group of pond slime
Who pushed, pulled hair and punched me
They have no names now
The pond iced over
My thoughts are clouded over
Hello my old friend
A slice of time
Remembered most un-fondly
I’ve put it away