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The PastThe past is behindThe Past5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern
But I still feel the ripples
Disrupting my flow.
Haikai no RengaThe Tools of Poetry #1: Haikai no RengaHaikai no Renga5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Written by Dick Whyte, Phylis Johnson and Reginald Webber
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1. Introductions
Summary: This text details the mechanics and philosophy of the Japanese poetic form known as Haikai no Renga. A group of people comprised of both professional poets and so-called 'non-poets' (preferably) gather. One of them comprises a starting line, a dyad consisting of a paradox, or contradictory statement. One might be “I am blue, but I am not blue,” while another might be “I am sad, and yet I am happy.
Haiku: Finding the Right WordsIt is hard to speakHaiku: Finding the Right Words4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
when seventeen syllables
is all you have left.
15 Translations of Classical Haiku..15 Translations of Classical Haiku5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
summer's night
from cloud to cloud
dashing moon
(Ranko)
for me, who leaves
for you, who remains
two autumns
SorryI hate it that theSorry5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
closer I get to you the
more I hurt inside
wings are better than...said the bird to thewings are better than...3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
fly, "the world is as transpar-
ent as your fucked wings."
said the fly to the
bird, "your heart is as hollow
as your brittle bones."
TransparencyIs there a message?Transparency4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
No poem can ever be
a clear glass bottle.
Sunrise LetdownDaedalus, cradlingSunrise Letdown5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
your son's ironic wings; weep
wax-hand, gallant thief.
GeishaGeishaGeisha7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
White powdered face
crimson lips—
young girl.
Shamisen* twangs,
willows bend in wind--
foot forward, then back.
Paper fans twirl
in spirals
through graceful hands.
Pink blossoms
laced with green--
kimono.
Hidden kerchief,
buried heart
in silk.
Her Noh smile
porcelain mask--
a frozen river.
Tears beneath
that smile,
burn.
Life:
barred windows
block the sun.
White powdered face
crimson tears—
geisha.
HeartacheWhy is there a wordHeartache9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
for a heart that is broken;
Is it that common?
Meaningful WordsMeaningful Words4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
words that captivate my soul
a relentless spirit
untiring foresight
ultimate precursors
intuitive knowledge
everlasting
Depersonalizationlike strange beasts in aDepersonalization4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
foreign place, we huddle tight
in this human shell
TomorrowWe tell ourselves thatTomorrow4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
There is always tomorrow
A polite fiction
Hopesmind inspires wordsHopes4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
pen puts words to paper
paper changes lives
Ghosts.Ghosts.3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I used to know you;
Sometimes I still hear your voice
Whispering softly.
A haiku.A haiku.3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
There's no beginning
And the silhouettes of trees
Share their frozen leaves.
End of a SongEnd of a Song4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
fractured world tumbles
futilely chasing glass shards
stolen memories
GlassesA blind optician,Glasses3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
could he create spectacles
to correct our "I's"?
Western HaikuWestern Haiku5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I.
First-chair violin, playing Canon in D,
Stabs ear drum and violates a masochistic
Auditory nerve.
I rewind, turn up the volume, and tremble
In euphoria.
II.
Will there come a time when books of paper are
Completely replaced by electronic plagiarisms?
"No," my boss tells me. But when he grew up,
He didn't have a Kindle or a wi-fi laptop to read
Under the blankets
With a flashlight
After lights-out time.
III.
Coca-cola has appropriated the flavor of vanilla.
It's delicious, cool, and fizzy, and would have been
An aneurism of genius had it not been done
Fifty years ago in drug store soda fountains
And promptly forgotten
If I could Move Mountainsmountains can be scaledIf I could Move Mountains4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the seasons can be weathered
regret sticks with you
Childhood FadingChildhood FadingChildhood Fading4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
You have dreams like raw
diamonds waiting to be
cut, shaped and polished.
But you don’t truly
see your dreams: To you they seem
like dull silent rocks.
And because you are
under so much pressure you
fail to realise
that when you breathe you
exhale a glittering cloud
of diamond dust.
The child within is
doubtful that its last chance will
even be perceived.
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