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  • Haiku and Poetry

    A thread to take the pressure off 'Chit Chat' as many members find new - previously hidden talents!


  • #2
    After trawling through the threads, I thought this thread might be a place to start a new topic.

    I am sure there are poets amongst us, so can there be a poetry thread? Haiku? Simple stuff expressing a good trip or to accompany a photo or two?

    I am happy to start the ball rolling if it sounds a goer.



    • PoloUK
      PoloUK commented
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      OK - so Google tells me: "Haiku /ˈhʌɪkuː/ noun: haiku; plural noun: haikus; plural noun: haiku
      a Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five, traditionally evoking images of the natural world."
      Still sounds difficult - but fun.

    • PoloUK
      PoloUK commented
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      Originally posted by wherrygirl View Post
      Yes, it's past the time for my cuppa and some biccies.
      It's time for my tea.
      I fancy a digestive.
      Maybe a bourbon.

      Hey - this is hard. How do you end up with something that's actually artistic?

    • wherrygirl
      wherrygirl commented
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      Now that's not bad.
      The strict rule is that it should have a nature theme and the third line is often a little philosophical reaction to the previous two. As an example here is a translation of one of Basho's haiku. He wrote several centuries ago and is probably the best known Japanese haiku writer. The translation loses the 5-7-5 structure, of course.

      "Now darkness falls,"
      Quail chirps,
      "What use hawk eyes?"

      The trouble is that nowadays many people think that as long as it is short you can call your poem a haiku. So you get perhaps 4 or 5 lines and any old number of syllables per line so long as it is a low number.

  • #3
    Here's one I prepared earlier (i.e. some years ago):

    Breeze soft on the skin,
    the velvet brush of its touch
    is catching my breath.

    "To thine own self be true.......
    Thou canst not then be false to any man."


    • PoloUK
      PoloUK commented
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      Typical Ivy genius!!

    • wherrygirl
      wherrygirl commented
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      Good grief. Such an outpouring of hidden talent and latent skills.
      Seriously, the haiku was never meant to be confined to such rigid rules. These rules came out of the woodwork some centuries ago but it was not the Japanese who insisted on such rigidity. I suspect it was the West...

      In a moment
      the necklace of phosphoresence in the bow wave
      will be gone forever.

      More later....

      Not so, Nari. Haiku evolved from the Japanese renga, back in the 1100's when long poems were composed consisting of verses of the 5-7-5 syllable format but with each verse also being a miniature poem in itself. By the time of Basho in the latter part of the 17th century the single verse 5-7-5 form became the classical Japanese style and it was essential to include at least one word giving a seasonal touch.
      I think the discipline of at least keeping to the classical Japanese form adds great interest to the composition.

      Another oldie of mine:

      Memory's misting
      softens the cutting edges
      intensifies hue
      Last edited by wherrygirl; December 21st, 2014, 01:11.

    • wherrygirl
      wherrygirl commented
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      Might I suggest that before this gets too long, Mark could possibly make a separate thread for it withing the same forum? Would it be possible, Mark?

  • #4
    Posts copied from Chit Chat - all nicely mixed up and confused by vBulletin, but you get the idea.

    I like Nari's one too. It's - well - poetic!



    • nari
      nari commented
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      Thanks for that, Mark.
      Ivy and I will have to disagree on the origin of haiku as being very rigid in its format. That's OK, too.

      Tysfjord: 2013

      In all of ten minutes the ferry has passed the Great White Wall*
      and arrived at a place as yet unknown to me.
      I saw the steep and vertically challenged mountain with its Cuernos**-shaped belly
      towering against solid blue sky...
      but the Lofoten Wall has vanished.

      * = Lofoten Wall
      ** = Spanish for horn.

      Svolvaer Nov 2014

      Deep in the blueness
      a LEDlight christmas tree
      declares itself to the night

      Would I live in a little wooden house on a beach at Porsangerfjord?
      where reindeer smooch the lichen
      and Nordkapp is the holiday resort
      for warm southerners hunting the thrill
      of a frozen cliff over placid water.

      Eagles Road 2013:
      A place of black and whiteness -snow banked on birches
      and brave conifers sprouting from the roof
      of the solitary house.
      Across the road, the Viking bridge
      standing after 2000 years
      a monument to a special place in total isolation..
      Last edited by nari; December 24th, 2014, 01:57.

  • #5
    Some long while ago I read a poem referring to autumn and speaking of dancing the dance of dying days, the ghosts of those gone before..... and similar images of everything closing down - the sleep of life and the dream of death. I felt No! it is not like that and in a spirit of rebellion wrote the following. For those whose mythology needs brushing up, Janus is the Roman god of beginnings and endings and is portrayed with two heads. One looks back to the past, one to that which approaches. In some pictures the forward looking one is youthful, in contrast to its partner.
    At this moment, with the solstice recently passed so that now those of us in the northern hemisphere can look forward to the lengthening of the day (commiserations to the southerners!) and with the New Year soon to arrive, this is my defiant cry!


    Now will I dance.
    Yet not with spirits of things past.
    They in their time were loved
    or born with fortitude -
    as much as could be found.

    Things past become a part of what I am -
    absorbed into the patchwork,
    here padded into prominence –
    there settled into place,
    content to fit.

    Today this winter moment sees
    the planet on the path
    which tilts its northern lands
    towards the sun,
    expectant, charged with all things new;
    and beckons –- not with promises -
    but offering paths laid out for choice.

    O Janus, guard the past,
    but turn the face that shines
    to laugh with me and, dancing,
    set a pattern for the year.

    "To thine own self be true.......
    Thou canst not then be false to any man."


    • nari
      nari commented
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      I can definitely relate to the northerners anticipating the days' lengthening. especially if they have to take cod liver oil to stop Vitamin D deficiency.
      However my best time is the knowledge that winter is slowly on its way - about April/May.


  • #6
    Radisson Blu Stockholm - revolving doors.2013

    Two black pots with red and gold reeds
    turn endlessly in and out of the sun
    liked trapped fossils frozen in time
    or animals in a zoo
    pleading for release.


    • #7
      Rovaniemi 2013
      The local tour guide was speaking to her group some years ago,
      a very old man said: "I'm sorry - so sorry",
      and she asked gently: why are you sorry?
      he said sadly: "I burned your town to the ground in 1944.
      I am so sorry.....


      • #8
        A Fantasy of the Ranges. 2002

        On the mountainside in Argentina in the foothills of the FitzRoys
        Gustavo* wanted to teach us the tango
        but we were too shy, the condors would have laughed from their clouds.
        I agreed. The wind lifted both of us through the great halls of grass and trees
        sideways into the corridor of the sky, stamping down the lilt and lustre of the music;
        the rough sweat on our leader's face - the backward head thrust
        to see the atmosphere and starflights of the evening.
        Dancing in the dark above the Torres, footstepping in endless rhythm, beating down the wind
        rabbitfooting in the Heilo...Charged with the music's thrum and throes, drunk with the mountains,
        I stopped too soon, breathless over a nunatak** on the Heilo Sur
        Sweating hands separated, faces snapped apart, we drifted down, circled, exhausted from the flight......
        I saw the group's bewildered faces, staring upward anxiously...
        "We want to go back now...."
        I said: "I will never go back"
        and Gustavo sauntered away, laughing at the sky from Chalten to Cordoba.

        *Argentinian guide who was sick of his job and wanted to go home to Cordoba and raise rheas.
        **Nunatak - the top of a mountain poking through an icefield (heilo)


        • Sigve
          Sigve commented
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          I liked the part about the condors....

      • #9
        OKSFJORD 2014

        Hemmed in by mountains that rise from its wharf
        facing a fjord which laps at its heart
        the town seems like a floppy zipper
        between two fierce layers of rock.


        • #10
          Here's a new years haiku for naripalmer:

          A coastal voyage.
          As waves break over the bow,
          the sea welcomes you.
          Regards; Sigve.


          • nari
            nari commented
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            I like that, Sigve

        • #11
          A personal message for naripalmer (please excuse me for getting Off Topic):

          Dear Nari;

          Even if you have commented pictures in my gallery, I was not aware until today that you are relatively new to our forum, and that you live in Australia. To that I have two things to say:

          1) Welcome to our friendly forum!
          2) And: Australia is quite far away!

          And then I have a question: Did you come all the way from Australia to travel with Lofoten, this battered old lady, this tired, old, weathered virgin, this floating museum of a ship, this anacronism, this outdated eternity machine, this (just) floating antiquity, which can break down and sink anytime? (kidding). That I call dedication!
          But how? And why?
          Can you tell us about it? Can you give us a report? Can you start a thread? With plenty of pictures? That would be my new years wish to you!
          Last edited by Sigve; December 31st, 2014, 19:28.
          Regards; Sigve.


          • Sigve
            Sigve commented
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            Admittedly I'm not the administrator or moderator of this forum, but I can not imagine anyone protesting even if you created ten new threads. So just go on!

          • wherrygirl
            wherrygirl commented
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            I have sometimes said that it would be more interesting if new members were to give an idea in their profile of their hobbies, interests and location, at least, even if they do not wish to divulge their occupation. We always used to do it, as well as supplying an avatar which in itself gives other members a clue, but I have noticed for a long time now that new members keep their cards close to their chests, preferring to remain anonymous. Why?

          • yvneac
            yvneac commented
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            You are right Ivy.After all,when you meet somebody at a first time,you introduce yourself,even briefly.It is a good practice,don't you think?

        • #12
          To get this thread on topic again, here is another haiku:

          A winter blanket
          covers the Earth in repose
          but only a dream
          Regards; Sigve.


          • #13
            Maybe I’ll post on this thread,even though I’m afraid it does’nt make sense for anglophone readers.
            Among all forms of writing, poetry is the one which is the more difficult to get in another language since it works more on the combination than on the selection. Words mean what they show but in connection with the other words they show more than they mean. So a lot of things are lost in translation,that is less real in prose.
            SUEDOISE I
            Où est le lac?
            Et le chemin de terre?
            Une trace de skidoo,
            Le faite d’un poteau.
            Peu à voir
            Dans un champ de neige.
            SUEDOISE II
            Une hutte de rondins
            Un corps endolori
            Qui fume.
            La forêt craque
            Sous la neige dure.
            Tendre l’oreille,
            Et l’entendre.
            SUEDOISE III
            Une ferme isolée
            -Mais où donc le hameau?-
            Une bibliothèque,
            Des livres inconnus
            Mots aux flocons de tréma.
            Un peuple timide
            Et blond.
            Raturer. A l’essentiel.


            • nari
              nari commented
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              It makes a lot of sense. I studied French for 5 years, so all I needed was my French dictionary for a few words.
              Thanks yvneac.

          • #14
            Words mean what they show but in connection with the other words they show more than they mean.
            I puzzled over the last part of that sentence although I felt that I knew what you were saying. Then I thought that if I inserted the word "individually" at the end I would definitely understand. Am I right?
            I had to look up the meaning of some words, Yves, but having done that I appreciated your poem very much. Spare and elegantly expressed, it paints a lovely picture. Thank you. You must post more.

            "To thine own self be true.......
            Thou canst not then be false to any man."


            • #15
              I found this by the japanese master Kobayashi Issa (1763 - 1828):

              The north wind -
              a white dressed priest
              sweeps through the woods

              Last edited by Sigve; January 1st, 2015, 12:31.
              Regards; Sigve.


              • yvneac
                yvneac commented
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                If we were on FB, I'd click on "like".........

              • nari
                nari commented
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                I tried clicking on the 'like' logo but it told me I was not authorised to view this page.??? So it is only a FB thing?