Haiku

I adore haiku - for me its the construction of metaphor to create meaning. I admire the old Japanese form and have toyed with the possibility of learning archaic Japanese to enjoy it properly.

I have yet to begin this project.

My son says haiku cant be properly written in English and I disagree with this - for me the form itself follows how humans construct and synthesise thought and I don't need to learn Japanese to explore that.

My friend Julianne introduced me to a haiku ((I so want to write an haiku - both seem totally right and totally wrong)) blog and I have been enjoying so very much exploring the images other people create.

I wrote this haiku after I had been to Italy and visited Cuma, where the oracle lived. It is a magical site and it was a magical visit - made more so because I spent my whole time there completely alone. I got to walk down to where the oracle was!

And I wrote this haiku:

At Cuma

I waited alone

to hear the Sybil answer

my unasked question