A TUESDAY FEATURE
host: Muskaan Ahuja
“All art is knowing when to stop.”
— Toni Morrison
Haiku is popularly known as “the wordless poem”. However, a poet cannot show the image without the use of words. Words that are clear and pin on precision play a significant role in Haiku for an image to shimmer and appear right to the screen of the mind. Emerson says, “What you are speaks so loudly, I cannot hear what you say.” Things must speak to us so loudly that we cannot hear what the poet have said about them. Haiku presents us a thing devoid of all our mental twisting and emotional discoloration. It shows the thing as it exists, ourselves undivided from the object, says R.H. Blyth.
So, here I bring the horizontal axis ( that shows a concrete image focused on the present) of a haiku. Whatever common, uncommon thing it reminds you of or your own experience associated with it, please write below it and complete the haiku with the vertical axis (that takes on a deeper meaning, making a poem resonate long after it is read).
Looking forward to SEE the things you have experienced !
1. night rain
……………
……………
2. autumn wind
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……………..
3. cold morning
……………… ……………...
4. starry sky
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Leaving you with a beautiful haiku written by James Hackett:
A bitter morning:
sparrows sitting together
without any necks
Note: Please mention the number of poem(s) that you are attempting.
Attempting
.
night rain ...
grandpa's heavy breath
heard aloud
.
autumn wind
on the crowning glory
a new era
.
cold morning
father irons
my school dress
.
starry sky
I'm still searching
for my constellation
.
Feedback
Third set. This is fun! Tried to keep it all about food in this set:
night rain
plans of a hot khichdi
the next afternoon
autumn sunrise
curry leaves all over
mom's sambar
cold morning
the half burnt chapati
in flames
starry sky
an offering of til laddu
at Kedarnath
Hi I want to tempt all four.
1.
night rain
a magnolia flower
in the sweet air
2.
autumn wind-
the restless eye
of a seagull
3.
cold morning -
the flight of a swallow
touches the sky
4.
starry sky
the head reclined
of the sunflower
Attempting
.
night rain
frog's croaky sound
becomes a nightmare
.
autumn wind
in mother's monologue
her loneliness
.
cold morning
aroma of ginger
in every tea stall
.
starry sky
blanket of parijat
in my threshold
.
Feedback welcome.
night rain . . .
I search the drawers
for candles
autumn wind . . .
we search
for the banging window
cold morning . . .
my search for warmth
ends in an embrace
starry sky . . .
the stories he whispered
in my ear