Deep, intense, vibrant
pink: yellow: words can’t convey
begonia beauty.
A Haiku for Begonias
Tag: haikus
Some thoughts on haikus . . .
I’m quite new to writing haikus, and here is what started me:
Cyphers is a literary magazine produced here in Dublin. It’s been on the go for around fifty years and has a great reputation. In 2015 I bought this edition, and there I found two wonderful haikus by Lorraine Whelan, which I will include here:
The crimson apple
with bitter chromium leaves
glowed in her pale palm.
and:
The avenue of
neon trees remembers no
specific season.
These haikus stayed in my head for weeks and I re-read them to this day. I began to write them myself then, and took photographs along the river to go with most of them. But I’m not in the same class as Lorraine, or D. W. Peach who posted several beauties last week, together with photographs; I’ll include two of them here – and her picture of her lovely muse!
hidden glades of light
sift through mottled canopies
a glimpse of magic
and:
fiddleheads unfurl
green curlicues and whimsy
crowning last year’s fronds
Aren’t these all wonderful? I’ll just have to keep trying!
Yellow | Haiku
In full, lively bloom
yellow weeds absorb sunlight
nod to the river.
Haiku for lovely weeds!
Tangled weeds throw out
a scent of earth and summer
each supporting each.
An early summer haiku . . .
Growing through the stones
determined to reach the sun
tiny blooms emerge.
Blue flowers
I saw these tiny blue flowers beside a bus stop, so small and pretty.
“Fragile blue flowers
compete with leathery green
leavening the whole.”
From Minus One | A haiku for Venice
Last night I watched a documentary about the writer Colm Tóibín and a lot of it was set in Venice. His latest book “The Magician” is about the wonderful Thomas Mann who wrote the short story Death in Venice, which I loved. And I loved the movie – Dirk Bogarde leaning against a wall with black hair dye running down his face! And of course the music – from Mahler’s Fifth.
Narrow, stone-walled streets,
palace, church and square resound
with strains of Mahler.
Daisy Haiku
Tenacious nature
squeezes gently through the wall
will not be denied.
Three Haikus from MINUS ONE
My new laptop lives –
it whispers, groans and purrs and
winks its crimson eye.
My face against the
grass, I smell the fecund earth,
watch the insects creep.
Daffodils today
chuir siad gliondar ar mo chroí,*
glowing, golden bright.
*they brought joy to my heart
Another Spring Haiku – Happy Easter to All
Sounds, scents, sights to please
the senses. River, path, trees,
birds respond to Spring.
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