Thanks! I had a really useful dialog with Peter Newton. This is an experiential haiku, prompted by Ben Moeller-Gaa's haiku exercise last Good Friday. :-)
Ben took it from Masaoka Shiki who promoted direct sketching techniques. I can't find it now, but Ben asked something along the lines of up to twenty images you could see from your window.
I can let you have a similar exercise based again on Shiki if you like.
Quite possibly. This was last year, and following an exercise to find and note images through a lounge or kitchen window you see the same things but at different times of the day.
After time things get heightened, and senses switch.
Easter Sunday is associated with resurrection and occurs in spring, which is associated with new life. And birds make me think of eggs and being Easter they are chocolate, of course! ?
It's interesting how, two days later after all the Easter celebrations are over, this reads like a completely different ku, Alan – it has now holds a sense of sadness for me.
Perhaps because Australian Easter falls within autumn, I take a more melancholic feeling from this verse – notwithstanding the traditional resurrection theme. For me it is speaking to my loss of faith, a sense of the corruption of churches, and a turning towards nature to seek meaning and to celebrate the wonder of life and existence.
How wonderful the way your verse can allow so many of us to project our own experiences and explore our own emotional and spiritual journey.
March 25th, 2016 at 12:44 pm
Lovely work, Alan!
July 20th, 2016 at 12:53 am
Thanks Helen! :-)
March 25th, 2016 at 1:16 pm
Great stuff Alan!
July 20th, 2016 at 12:53 am
Thanks Dave!
March 25th, 2016 at 1:26 pm
….leans into birdsong
Beautiful!
March 28th, 2016 at 4:37 am
Thank you, yes, beautiful yet so deeply poignant.
warmest regards,
Alan
March 25th, 2016 at 2:02 pm
Alan Summers, you did it again!!! :)
July 20th, 2016 at 12:54 am
Thanks Lovette! Don't hesitate to email me re Writing Poetry: the haiku way. :-)
March 25th, 2016 at 2:32 pm
I see a church behind a for sale sign which is, of course, in the shape of a crucifix. Another sort of resurrection. Great haiku, Alan.
March 25th, 2016 at 3:59 pm
Church is good. It was from my block of apartments, the church is everywhere, which people in need find out.
March 25th, 2016 at 2:58 pm
Hi Alan –
Great Imagery – as expected :)
Lamart
March 28th, 2016 at 4:36 am
That's very kind!
March 25th, 2016 at 3:58 pm
Thanks! I had a really useful dialog with Peter Newton. This is an experiential haiku, prompted by Ben Moeller-Gaa's haiku exercise last Good Friday. :-)
March 25th, 2016 at 4:19 pm
Nice.
March 25th, 2016 at 4:52 pm
A lovely jux-within-a-jux. Bill K
March 28th, 2016 at 4:36 am
Thanks Bill, I knew you would get the play within the play. Many thanks, much appreciated.
warm regards,
Alan
March 25th, 2016 at 5:08 pm
of course, the leaning leans out over the second line
March 26th, 2016 at 1:33 am
Yes, it was amazing to see and feel this. :-)
March 25th, 2016 at 7:09 pm
Would you be willing to share the Ben Moeller-Gaa's haiku exercise from the last Good Friday?
Thank you for such a superb haiku.
March 26th, 2016 at 1:32 am
Hi Mary Jo,
Ben took it from Masaoka Shiki who promoted direct sketching techniques. I can't find it now, but Ben asked something along the lines of up to twenty images you could see from your window.
I can let you have a similar exercise based again on Shiki if you like.
warm regards,
Alan
March 28th, 2016 at 4:39 am
Let me know if I can share a similar exercise. :-)
March 25th, 2016 at 10:08 pm
So gentle. Lovely Alan.
March 28th, 2016 at 4:39 am
Thank you, though deeply sad too alas.
March 26th, 2016 at 1:39 am
Experiential
… and perhaps a touch of hyper-reality?
March 26th, 2016 at 1:55 am
Quite possibly. This was last year, and following an exercise to find and note images through a lounge or kitchen window you see the same things but at different times of the day.
After time things get heightened, and senses switch.
Alan
March 26th, 2016 at 7:56 am
Delightful piece Alan–Adjei
March 28th, 2016 at 4:35 am
Thank you! Sad too of course.
March 26th, 2016 at 8:39 am
Easter Sunday is associated with resurrection and occurs in spring, which is associated with new life. And birds make me think of eggs and being Easter they are chocolate, of course! ?
I like it a lot, Alan.
marion
March 28th, 2016 at 4:35 am
Thank you.
March 29th, 2016 at 3:48 am
It's interesting how, two days later after all the Easter celebrations are over, this reads like a completely different ku, Alan – it has now holds a sense of sadness for me.
marion
March 29th, 2016 at 4:18 pm
Hi Marion,
I'm glad it carries past the actual day. Yes, the key word is the verb.
warm regards,
Alan
March 28th, 2016 at 3:48 am
Thank you for sharing this haiku with us, Alan.
Perhaps because Australian Easter falls within autumn, I take a more melancholic feeling from this verse – notwithstanding the traditional resurrection theme. For me it is speaking to my loss of faith, a sense of the corruption of churches, and a turning towards nature to seek meaning and to celebrate the wonder of life and existence.
How wonderful the way your verse can allow so many of us to project our own experiences and explore our own emotional and spiritual journey.
Happy Easter to everyone on Tinywords.
Strider
March 28th, 2016 at 4:38 am
Thank you!
Yes, you got what I wanted to say, and more. The key word is the verb, which can be unusual in haiku but not longer poetry.
Terribly sad, poignant.
warm regards,
Alan
July 19th, 2016 at 3:04 am
Thank you! Yes, lots of layers to this one, and delighted you took the time to explore. Much appreciated.
Alan
March 28th, 2016 at 8:57 am
Easter Sunday – crowd surfing – the cardinal’s hat
July 20th, 2016 at 12:57 am
:-)
March 29th, 2016 at 6:59 am
I love your haiku. Your writing is never boring.
March 29th, 2016 at 4:19 pm
re:
"I love your haiku. Your writing is never boring."
Dawn Apanius
Wow, thank you Dawn! That is deeply appreciated.
warmest regards,
Alan
May 28th, 2016 at 9:10 am
Even though there is a sale and a moving, its Easter Sunday and the birds are singing. Resurrection. A poem of hope.
April 16th, 2017 at 9:45 am
Thank you! :-)