mining past posts

its was almost warm, the sky a blue with promise and the trees were covered with the faintest trace of green.

I wanted it to be an haiku - and I hope that it will be.

the haiku I caught was a much darker butterfly.

thank you to haiku thief for raising the idea of alternate realities

******phone, cock both hands full
talk, love, of a distant world
don't wake the sleeper

a remembered haiku - and a thank you!

I very much love it when people say something on my blog and it reminds me also of the reciprocity of this read/write business!

This I wrote some time ago.

Give me lions' claws

and talons of an eagle

mice are not gentle.

new haiku

I ask myself clearly,

"Why do I want a motley?"

The answer eludes me.

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