And I agree with you, Christina!!
I did read that you do not write haiku you meditate them. This seems
slightly ethereal, other-worldly to me, a bit Zen-ish! Nevertheless I went
for a walk along our escarpment yesterday beautiful morning and 'meditated'.
I would like to say these just sort of wrote themselves but they in fact
required as much effort as any other piece so I do not see myself as having
cracked it in anyway.The fun is in the trying!! Arthur.
----- Original Message -----
From: Christina Fletcher
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Sent: Tuesday, March 04, 2003 5:58 PM
Subject: Re: New Sub: Where the haiku are.
Arthur, I seem to have a mental block about haiku: I can only see them as
poems that work for me or not and there's an obstinate, lazy streak in me
that stops me from finding out what they're all about. Anyhow, iii's my
favourite here. Lovely.
bw
christina
Where the haiku are.
i
Morning sunlight bright
along an acacia leaf-
her tears when I left.
ii
Smoke beyond Rivock -
burning off the heather.
March prepares for August.
iii
Splash of crocuses
in the garden of an empty house-
‘Sold’ flaps in the wind.
iv
The view leads on for miles-
the shining river finds a way
down the crowded valley.
v
With whirring wings
the grouse clatters into the air.
My startled heart takes flight.
vi
Shadows of clouds
move slowly over the bottom fields.
A hidden curlew flutes.
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