Something different.

I eventually came to understand that these forms are
less a way of writing than a way of seeing.

In the last eighteen months of his life, knowing he was
incurably ill, the novelist and poet Richard


Haiku, Senryu, Tanka and Sedoka

After a hard frost
Sun warming a frozen moth
To resurrection

The first fire of Fall
Oak logs snapping and splitting
Echoes of the axe

Each shares its purpose
The rain, the thirst of the hawk,
The cup of cleft stone

Snow settles softly
On the old mare’s eyelashes
Making moon-lit tears

Tonight fireflies came
And lit the cold dark spaces
Between all the stars

You will not return
Yet rain refills the wine glass
You left by the door

New snow has fallen
Nothing above or below
Has stirred across it
If you come to look for me
You will know where I have gone

Near black water's edge
A cabin leaning on legs
Towards the river
A man no one remembers
His old boat leaking moonlight

It is almost dusk
Heat shimmering in the pines
Still wet from afternoon rain
And in the distance
An old man walking carries
The setting sun on his back





Haiku by countryfog
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Written on 2010-12-12 at 13:08

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Doreen Cavazza
Small, powerful glimpses that flow together like a waterfall. I applaud you. I've been working on a Haiku/ Senryu, etc chain and have come up empty as yet. This is wonderful. I'm so glad I stopped by. :)
2011-01-02


shells
These are just lovely, the few lines manage to portray so much and conjure up such visuals, fav is the final one and its last two lines.
2010-12-12



Whether you're writing haiku or your own forms of poetry, there is a consistency. It is a way of seeing the world, and you are true to your vision no matter what the form.
2010-12-12


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Something different, something successful, snapshots instead of movies.
2010-12-12