Photo by Mike Baird, bairdphotos.com
poems speak like otters
on their backs cracking clams
always opening
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last night in a Dream
I was running on all fours
Earth read my fortune
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emblazoned in song
wolves howling in moonlit snow
a map of my heart
Ok, so the first one isn’t a Haiku, it’s got 6 syllables in the 2nd line….I can’t even follow simple directions 😉 Lets call it a “Myku” and go get some soup….Enjoy
I love your poems, Vinny. Here’s a ditty from a dude named Basho, who’s probably the patriarch of haiku.
Autumn moonlight-
a worm digs silently
into the chestnut.
Did Basho say to himself, while chewing on his brush – “that’s just perfect, but crap, the first two lines don’t follow the 5-7-5 rules?”
No doubt the rules apply differently in Japanese than they do in English, but it shouldn’t matter much. Digging carefully, the silent worm need not fuss over sound units.