Category: Haiku
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The Real Art of Writing Haiku–it’s not about the syllables
This post contains a participation component! Read to the end to jump in. Previously, on this blog, I spent a year or so writing what I thought was a form of haiku. How wrong I was! In November, 2024, Claudia Radmore, past president of Haiku Canada, led a workshop on…
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Naked trees pull
Naked trees pull thegrey sky close—November’s clothdressing their bare limbs ~~~
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Pillars of rain
While my background brain sorts out the best order for the chapters of my novel-in-progress, I am returning to haiku. What better place than the lake during a late-summer storm, to roll words around the elements.
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It’s that I’m missing you
Originally posted on Writing Spaces: It’s that I’m missing you: an empty cavern where my full heart once was. ~~~
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but on the trees
Snow falls heavy, thick, but on the trees pink buds, tiny, wait ~~~
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The late March snowfall
The late March snowfall melts on Sunday: brown cows sprawl on matted grass
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Moonlit snow records
Moonlit snow records small creatures’ escapades. Sun wipes the slate clean. ____________________
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