You, too, can write haiku
Haikus and art by Mo Conlan
I love haikus. They work with the simplest elements of language -- the syllable. A haiku poem has three lines: first line, five syllables; second, seven; third, five. These short poems cleanse angst when I am having trouble with larger writing projects, such as the novel. I find that writing haikus can reduce anxiety. I remember the days after 9-11, lying in bed, afraid and anxious like so many Americans, writing Haikus (5-7-5s) in my mind. One fine thing about this poetry form is that anybody can do it, child to adult. The fun part of trying to fit a poem into that tight frame is that, sometimes, you come up with something wonderful and surprising. Happy haiku-ing.
Going to the greenhouse with my sister
Little petunias Glowing with hot pink color Like potted kisses.
Going to the Art Fair
In all directions Art flows a joyous river; Can’t choose just one piece.
Underground Railroad
Cross the cold river. Traverse icy black water. Beyond lies freedom.
First Love
Erotic love pales Next to the wild rapture of Mother and newborn.
More Haikus
Most joyful of sounds, Friends’ laughter from the next room: Waterfall of love.
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Fall colors the day, The land sinks into umber, Russet fills my soul.
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Red-roofed in the sun Stands an old Kentucky barn Shouldering the sky.
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Dearest daughter-friend, Heart of my heart and my flesh, Blessed be all your days.
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Cough, sniffle and sneeze. Small armies go to battle. My nose is oozing.
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Fat little black cat Snuggles into my cold flank. We warm each other.
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You can write haikus On little slips of paper Hidden in your purse.
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Cat rests his furred chin Atop my outstretched forearm, Small Engine of Purr.
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