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04-22-11, 01:28 AM
I was browsing WikiHow the other day when I stumbled across the article How to Write a Haiku Poem (http://www.wikihow.com/Write-a-Haiku-Poem). It was interesting, since a lot of joke haikus are actually not haikus. People seem to always think haikus are easy to write since they need not rhyme and are quite short, but there's a lot of thought that goes into their making.
There were two specifics that caught my attention:
- A haiku, by definition, has a seasonal reference.
- A haiku must contain a cutting line, which splits the haiku into two parts of different meaning. This is the interesting part of the haiku that can be analyzed.
So I wrote 8, 2 for each season (they go in a cycle of spring, summer, etc.) and thought that the idea of haikus being different from what we think was interesting enough to share.
Raindrops’ soft glow
Pitter-patter and then flash!
Caught in still life
Walk through fields of gold
Grass gone dry with summer drought
Winds blow strongest there
Falling bright colours
Many leaves whipped from the trees
Pieces of culture
Cold and brittle ice
Clear like glass, quickly broken
Somewhat like our souls
Apple tree blossoms
Pretty but bitter, not sweet
Tell of fruits to come
Searing, blazing sun
Ball of fire in the blue sky
Burns worst in water
Brittle snap of leaves
Pass noisily underfoot
Tells my position
Footsteps in the snow
Tread once again by many
Yet seem as one trail
There were two specifics that caught my attention:
- A haiku, by definition, has a seasonal reference.
- A haiku must contain a cutting line, which splits the haiku into two parts of different meaning. This is the interesting part of the haiku that can be analyzed.
So I wrote 8, 2 for each season (they go in a cycle of spring, summer, etc.) and thought that the idea of haikus being different from what we think was interesting enough to share.
Raindrops’ soft glow
Pitter-patter and then flash!
Caught in still life
Walk through fields of gold
Grass gone dry with summer drought
Winds blow strongest there
Falling bright colours
Many leaves whipped from the trees
Pieces of culture
Cold and brittle ice
Clear like glass, quickly broken
Somewhat like our souls
Apple tree blossoms
Pretty but bitter, not sweet
Tell of fruits to come
Searing, blazing sun
Ball of fire in the blue sky
Burns worst in water
Brittle snap of leaves
Pass noisily underfoot
Tells my position
Footsteps in the snow
Tread once again by many
Yet seem as one trail