Conversation 71: THE DAILY HAIKU Themes 27 March – 9 April 2021

Enjoy again the themes, first line renga and haiga from the last two weeks on THE DAILY HAIKU to showcase your favourite haiku, write new and share with friends.

 

Daily Themes:

NIGHT

RIVER

STARS

VOLCANO

MOON

LIGHT

FORGET

CELESTIAL

BELLS

MOSS

Pick n Mix 10 minute haiku challenge chance to pick your own theme and go with the flow

DEEP

PAPER MOON

ALCOHOL

BRANCHES

DOORS

HARES

Impromptu Themes:  from Ravi Kiran: CHERRY BLOSSOM

EASTER to mark that holiday for those who celebrate

HEALTH to mark #worldhealthday21 #WorldHealthDay2021

 

Bonus Themes:

Morning

Evening

 

Weekly Themes: SCULPTURE & SUNLIGHT

 

Season Word#5 FROG

Season Word#6 NEST

 

Slow Renga First Lines

To inspire new haiku, use the same first line and see what comes

at different points in the day, encouraging a deeper connection to emerge…

candle flames
or
take a ride
or
in the wood
or
what was and what will be

Haiga:

Do respond to the photographs below. 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.
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…/

 

8 Comments on “Conversation 71: THE DAILY HAIKU Themes 27 March – 9 April 2021”

  1. Yesterday evening
    Balcony sunlight drifted
    Away too quickly

    Winter cold returned
    New chicks shivered in their nests
    Lagged with lichens

    I froze whilst sleeping
    Woke up full of cold
    Couldn’t refrain from sneezing

    Argued about that
    Where to sneeze, how to sneeze, when
    Elbows or tissues

    We need more sunshine
    Summer won’t be long
    Spring cleaning being complete

    We will make believe
    Paper moon on cardboard seas
    Watch the ship go down

    Nest tidy. Chores done
    Cake ate. Whiskey drunk
    A bitter sweet symphony

    These love birds tweeting
    Sweet texts to one another
    About being home

    Let their bodies rest now
    Enough feathering of nests
    Quietly close the door

    1. Wonderful collection of haiku Richard, thanks so much for sharing – the last haiku is deeply moving and the final line ‘quietly close the door’.

  2. New Haiku written with as many themes as I can from some of the themes from 27th March 2021 to 09th April 2021. -Carolyn❤🦊

    #Celestial, #moon, #light, #night, #stars, #river

    1.
    Celestial moon-
    light in night full of stars;
    river reflects

    #forget, #bells, #volcano

    2.
    How could we forget
    church bells, warning of danger
    as volcano blew.

    #sunlight, #frog #sculpture, #moss

    3.
    Even in sunlight,
    the frog sculpture was green
    with overgrown moss.

    #CherryBlossom, #nest

    4.
    Festooned with Cherry Blossom, the birds at their nest;
    Looked like newlyweds.

    #health, #Easter/Ostara,

    How are you feeling
    now Ostara is here; spring
    flowers, eggs exchanged.

    ©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2021.

  3. Looking back at a few favourites of mine during this period:

    this is how
    I drew sun when I was young
    full to bursting

    cut
    the sky bleeds
    until it heals

    the last of a sun
    kisses my crouching shadow
    amongst the old weeds

    peeping
    from deep winter beds
    first blush of thrift

    cloud splinters
    this day on its hinges
    wavering

    swollen from rain
    once hushed moss spill secrets
    back from whence they came

    now I know sunlight
    is an old woman knitting
    wearing a warm smile

    the day ends
    spun sunlight on a fields edge
    alchemy

    warm breeze
    brings me your news of elsewhere
    maps a closeness

    we found at the end
    a held hand – a stayed gaze
    all else forgotten

    this calm sea
    forgets not itself
    confessional tides

    afternoon light
    our shadows lengthen
    sun dials

    afternoon mist
    fields beaded with cobwebs
    ghost brides

    this moon
    a shut mouth amongst
    a white noise of stars

    I choose to rest here
    where a stream talks to itself
    and wind sculpts shelter

    sandcastles
    as the tide comes in
    his first tears

    Frog – I see
    the prince in you
    even if you cannot.

    the river flow
    free and resting
    always knows

    When oh when
    will we play pooh sticks again
    together?

    midnight
    puts her glad rags on
    parties ’til dawn

    cold spring afternoon
    I light the fire earlier
    coax you from your room
    cling to the last thread of you
    as you count the days to leave

    my first tanka in response to the blog on TANKA https://thegreatmargin.org/conversations/conversation-69-getting-to-know-tanka/

  4. In response to the bonus themes:

    dawn chorus
    everyone wanting
    to use the bathroom
    #morning

    slip off your clothes
    put on the dark slowly
    tease out the stars
    #evening

  5. some of mine on these themes –

    NIGHT
    We push the Night back
    by one hour, now it’s lighter:
    the Moon feels naked

    RIVER
    I miss bright rivers:
    the salmon swimming upstream,
    caught in our quick hands

    VOLCANO
    The volcano laughed
    at the idea that the earth
    was not alive

    MOON
    Moon in the bucket –
    You’ve read too many poems, yet
    You still trap it there

    LIGHT
    It shifts and tunes – light
    in the sky and light from the sea,
    the same blue yellow

    We feel it change us
    as we lighten up – each cell
    deheavies, aerates,

    As for this moment,
    in the endless afternoon,
    we’re birds or something

    FORGET
    Unforget the Spring
    As the bird does flight
    As the bird does song,

    BELLS
    The bellringer
    pulls down sound sung in air
    In tilting metal

    The hours cascade –
    A call, a summoning,
    This iron weather

    MOSS
    Emeralds of moss
    On the bicycle seat:
    It’s been too long

    DEEP
    He walks till the floor
    of the pool slopes away:
    such deep, blue pressure

    BRANCHES

    Bend like the willow,
    fingers to toes, reach from
    heaven to earth

    DOORS

    6th Birthday Party,
    Children hid under the bed
    From the magician

    7th Birthday Party,
    magician hid behind the door
    from the children

    HARES

    Ostara dawn –
    white birds call the new day,
    green from Earth

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