Winter Poem

[daidoji_gisei]

I awoke this morning to find the world misty and dark: Lincoln was swathed in fog. As the sun rose behind the clouds I saw that the fog had layered the trees with frost, edging the dark bark with white. I spent the walk to the bus stop admiring the effect, and the bus ride trying to compose a haiku about it.

winter morning fog
in a world made soft and gray
black twigs fleshed in frost

I've never figured out why haiku is the only kind of poetry I write. My best guess is it is an intensely structured form, and I like that.

Comments

[ironhand.livejournal.com]

If you'd like to torture yourself with an extremely structured poem, you could always try to write a Paradelle. [sp?]

[daidoji-gisei.livejournal.com]

Probably not. Haiku's other virtue is that it is really short, and since I am a bad poet I don't have to get too frustrated over trying to write one.

[ironhand.livejournal.com]

Yes. I put myself through that experience once - to prove I could. I've never looked back since. ;)

[d-silverblade.livejournal.com]

Which is probably a large part of the reason, right there.

Writing Haiku is conveniently not-too-long. Writing classical western poetry is much longer.

And your haiku above is quite nice :-D

[hotokegi.livejournal.com]

A haiku authored by the many influences of L5R in your life:

Happy Birthday, Crane
May your day be bright, Nancy
Don't kill us, Gisei!


--Jed

[d-silverblade.livejournal.com]

Also, what Jed said.

Happy birthday! :-D

[matt-dalen.livejournal.com]

It's gisei's birthday
daughter of daddy uji
happy birthday, scribe!