the world and i
Just when I thought I was running out of ideas, perhaps losing my connection to the source of these tiny poems …
Just when I thought that maybe I had written all that I was supposed to write, had perhaps seen every detail in my daily life two or more times …
Just when I began to wonder, How long can I keep this up …
I found some more.
On a simple night walk, a child on my back, restless, unable to sleep in the recent heat …
While taking a wrong turn on my way home from work because I was looking at something or thinking about something or was maybe just in the mood, somewhere in my being, to take a different path …
After reading an article about what makes haiku poetry haiku poetry …
amongst the flowers and pines
enjoying a rest
stacked and balanced perfectly,
our lost wedding bands.
I suddenly feel an urge
to take out my phone.
Now I look for the glasses
on my head.
another sudden downpour
hard to tell these days
that led me to your door
then followed me home
a curtain hanging between
the world and I
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Very cool, images and words. Do you ever wonder why or what caused you at that instant to choose a different path? I'm obsessed with what inside me makes me do things.
I like these two.
Here, of all places
stacked and balanced perfectly,
our lost wedding bands.
it was my shadow
that led me to your door
then followed me home
The first creates a clear image, while the second provokes memories, thoughts. Nice one.
I’ll never forget my high school friend’s older sister saying this at his graduation party, Do you ever, like, just wonder, man … why at this exact time in your life you’re reading this book?
It’s similar in a way to what you asked, and yes, I wonder about that all the time. I often change my route according to the color of the traffic lights. If the light is green, I’ll go one way. If it’s red, I’ll go another.
On this particular day, I was just spacing out and missed my turn. What was I thinking about at that time? Now that you’ve asked, I wish I could remember.
One of the poems that you like came from that moment. Sort of. I stumbled upon a nice pile of rocks in a place where you wouldn’t normally expect to find such a perfectly stacked and balanced pile of rocks. When I first wrote the poem, I ended it with that image but it just didn’t have any impact. Then, a week later I got to thinking about how my mother had lost her wedding band some years ago and how shortly after she and my father divorced. And this memory of sorts led to other thoughts which brought me to the image of lost wedding bands stacked and balanced perfectly.
I thought that image made for a much more intriguing poem/story.
I found my husband's wedding ring, which he had not worn in years and I assumed he had lost it, neatly stashed in a tiny decorative box long after his death. That particular poem of yours got to me.
Oh, wow. This one, as you might have seen in another comment, came from more of a place of imagination than experience for me.
I had a moment of surprise that was based on finding a pile of rocks, but later began thinking about my parents and their wedding bands, and their divorce, and my own experience with divorce as well (I threw my wedding band across a parking lot outside of a bar when my divorce became finalized.) and just thought that finding two lost wedding bands, whether yours or those of another couple, would make a stronger poem.
I’m surprised to hear that you have such a strong connection to and experience with this.
The first verse got me thinking, who's the lone ladder, who are the flowers and pine. But it added a better finish, "enjoying a rest" and that's a good one. Nice poem
I’m glad you liked the ending. Actually, the ladder was just a ladder, but my hope in the poem was to animate the ladder. If I were the ladder, I would have been happy to have been alone in a garden with beautiful flowers and pines taking a break.
And, because a ladder can have a human-ish shape, it’s not hard to imagine it being a symbol or a metaphor for some type of person as well. So it sort of works both ways.
Yeah, I had actually thought you personalize a human as that ladder
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Oh my goodness these are all great, but that shadow one really floats my boat! You're so good at this!
I love how you are now supplying us with a preamble to your haiku. I wonder if this post qualifies as haibun - if I remember correctly, a haibun is a combination of a story and a haiku.
Hmmm … I wonder too. If you had asked me a day ago if I knew what a haibun was, I would have said yes because I have heard of them and read about them before. But know that I think about it, I couldn’t tell you if this actually qualifies as a haibun or not, so I guess I don’t actually know what one is.
Writing a weekly haibun, though makes a lot of sense. I often sit down and wonder what I should write about when I make this weekly post, and because of that, writing a little intro sometimes feels like a real chore.
I’ll see what I can learn about haibun and try that next week.
Thanks! And thanks for always reblogging these.
Here's one I wrote a couple years ago.
And here;s one from @dbooster
They are very different!!
A haibun is a combination of prose and haiku. The word literally means "haikai writing", haikai being an old word for haiku. The prose could be anything: fiction, non-fiction, personal writing, etc. Usually though it is a bit longer than just a few lines. A few lines before a haiku is often considered just a headnote. Almost all haibun I've read have been at least a few paragraphs.
The wikipedia writeup is a little dry, but fairly good: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haibun
That said, there is no clear definition. One of my favorite haiku poets, Santōka, for instance, would write long diary entries surrounding all his haiku, but he didn't call them haibun so we usually don't consider them haibun.
When I think of haibun, I always think first of Bashō's Oku no Hosomichi, which is usually translated to something like "The Narrow Road to Oku" or "The Narrow to the Deep North, and I think most Japanese would instantly think of this book first. It is a collection of travel notes about areas he visited during his trip and then a haiku about each place. (You can find the entire thing here including a few translations of each section if you want).
The difference may be that Bashō's book had an ongoing narrative, whereas Santōka's writing was more isolated into sections. But then again, one could argue if Santōka published any of the sections separately, he could have called it a haibun. So again, it's a little bit of a fuzzy term.
I think what @boxcarblue writes here could go either way. If he called it a haibun, I wouldn't argue.
Thanks for the information. It's always a pleasure to learn more about haiku. It seems so simple! But there's so much to it. I'll give haibun a shot soon.
I love that idea of haibun as a travel journal!
I really enjoyed reading through that Wikipedia entry and the places it led me to. Thanks. One of the poets mentioned there actually gave workshops at a writing center in my hometown, as it turns out.
I can see how they are both similar though. They both build up to and introduce a haiku with prose and then are followed by a haiku.
I feel like I might have to be more involved in the moment, or like the moment that I’m writing the prose and the moment I wrote or feel inspired to write the haiku ought to be connected, but maybe that doesn’t have to be the case.
I don't think it has to be, no. Your recent seven haiku posts have been haibun if you ask me. Maybe that's the best way for you to work though. Your poems often capture these curious split seconds. Perhaps you have to be in the moment to produce?
For the haiku-ish poems, it helps to be inspired by a particular moment. I feel like real haiku are supposed to be more or less connected to the writer and a specific moment, but I often deviate and just start with an image that strikes me at a certain time and go from there. Sometimes it’s effortless and all connected to what I’m seeing and feeling and other times it’s much more connected to a string of thoughts that play with the words and are connected to a more fictive world where I imagine characters doing things and having experiences.
I wonder if the only difference between my free-writes and a haibun is that I don’t place the poems between the paragraphs. I’ll do a little more reading and playing and see what happens.
Seems like these would be perfect to attach stories to.
I don't think the poem has to be between paragraphs. The only ones I've read have the poem after the prose.
I often think I have no more haiku in me. But then I turn off my mind, take a walk or watch the wind, and more show up. It's just as well, because if they didn't, I'd write haiku bitching about not being able to write anymore haiku 😂
Your photos are great. They go well with setting up the words.
This is great!
Actually, I hadn’t even thought about how the pictures would compliment that haiku, but you’re right. I’ve been pretty frazzled over here as late, so thinking of poems and organizing posts all feels just a little bit out of reach at the moment.
It’s nice to hear that other people feel like they might run out of inspiration too at times.
Letting go and relaxing is definitely the answer.
Your poems ❤️
After I write that shadow poem, I laughed and thought, Nickydee is going to read this one differently from everyone else. 😊
:D
So good!
It's like that for sure!!! ;)
Sending tons of love from the South. Trying to rest and fuck it's hard for people like me 👀
New learning curve so hey ho... let's see what unfolds next.
Keep writing dem tiny poems, please. Just beautiful ❤️