Conversation 63: THE DAILY HAIKU Themes 13-26 March 2021

 

 

 

 

Enjoy writing new haiku, sharing your favourites and encouraging friends to have a go who may not be on social media.

 

This Round-up includes our 1st Birthday Celebrations that also coincided with World Poetry Day on 21st March 2021. Amongst all the fun  a weekend long renga that produced 800+ haiku and we also had our first zooms which were great fun. Do return to Phil Barnett’s celebratory JUXTAPOSITION photo haiku workshop it’s addictive https://thegreatmargin.org/conversations/conversation-57-juxtaposition-the-daily-haiku-celebratory-workshop-from-phil-barnett/

 

WEEKLY THEMES:

GATHER

& CELEBRATION

BONUS THEME: COMFORT

DAILY THEMES:

Pillow

Salt and Pepper

Mothers

Impermanence

Tomorrow

Slow

Lyrics

Patterns

Growth

Musical Instruments

Poetry to mark World Poetry Day

Soul

Paper

Mountains

Fern

Sea

1st BIRTHDAY WEEKEND: We had a feast of Impromptu Themes:

SILENCE

SPRING EQUINOX

SOUNDS? record and write or just record

CATS AND DOGS

WALK

1st line Renga: Who’s There… and I remember when…

On this bright new day and Before I go

SEASON WORDS#3 and #4: SPRING & MELT

 

MUSICAL PROMPTS: Write Haiku inspired by

The Beatles ‘In My Life’ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBcdt6DsLQA

& A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2hTsUwmXavk

3 Comments on “Conversation 63: THE DAILY HAIKU Themes 13-26 March 2021”

  1. Firstly I would like to thank you all for a fantastic first year of fun, connection and creativity on THE DAILY HAIKU. We are a wonderful community and I am excited about next year.
    Here are a few of my favourite haiku:

    spring sun
    hear the mountains weep
    with joy and pain

    empty pages
    the letters – unconsoled –
    we should have written

    unopened
    evening mist wraps our moon
    in tissue paper

    dying daffodil
    a soul half sleeping
    waits for rebirth

    I’m looking
    trying so hard to keep
    your soul here with me…

    I found you
    you found me
    poetry

    this river
    to me always half full
    even when empty

    my steps slow – I watch
    my son race ahead – know I
    have to let him go

    slow dance this day
    spring coaxes our moves
    down to the sea

    rise like the sun
    celebrate today to gift
    yourself tomorrow

    this daffodil
    waves goodbye to the snowdrop
    hello to the primrose

    sea glass eyes
    yours collected from mine
    always our last gaze

    as violets blooms
    I see you in your last dress
    waving goodbye

  2. Lovely Amanda , you deserve every moment of success of TDH. Best wishes for future poetic grandeur all the way too 👍

    Thank you ❤️🙏

  3. The Great Margin – Conversation 63, Favourite haiku from 13th to 26th March 2021.

    waiting for vernal
    equinox, day and night in
    balance, spring arrives.

    ©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2021.

    we wore dresses with gathered waists when we were girls –
    the shift dress changed that.

    ©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2021.

    the daily patterns
    of life change, as you get old;
    when you are in pain.

    ©🦊VixenOfVerse,2021

    the sun shines in a
    blue sky, birds are singing, all
    is well as spring comes.

    ©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2021.

    slow and steady is
    my mantra now but life is
    better without haste.

    ©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2021
    🎵
    in my life, friends mean so much to me, they have
    sustained me through life.

    lovers have come and
    gone but now I have let them
    go, with forgiveness.

    ©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2021.

    the older I get,
    I work on the growth of my soul;
    sensing death near.

    ©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2021

    silent afternoons,
    cats snoozing, I write haiku,
    perfect time well spent.

    ©🦊VixenOfVerse

    walk with me a while,
    though you are not here, you live
    within remembrance.

    ©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2021.

    funerals should be
    a celebration of life,
    grief comes afterwards.

    ©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2021.

    on this bright new day,
    loss of my friend makes me sad,
    grief takes its own time.

    ©🦊VixenOfVerse 2021.
    🎵
    I can’t say I heard
    a nightingale sing when we
    first kissed in moonlight.

    but the earth moved and
    I was swept away on a huge wave of passion.

    ©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2021

    grey sky, reflected
    in grey sea, white-tipped foam waves,
    creep upon the shore.

    ©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2021.

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