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18 April 2015

Friday Haiku




Cloudy morning.
Cobwebs
across the view.

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At the Gallery
clouds and mountains
through the window.

***

Noisy Miners*
shriek at the roof.
A cooling breeze.

***

Midnight.
My black cat
miaows.


*Noisy Miner — Australian bird.


Prompt 17 for 'Poems in April' at 'imaginary garden with real toads' is to write haiku. Once upon a time I used to do that every Friday. I think I should start again; I've got rusty! Apparently in America the 17th of April is National Haiku Poetry Day (and therefore internationally online). I wonder if that's because of the 17-syllable rule. As we are told a 'syllable' in Japanese doesn't really equate to the English, I no longer stick to that but aim for something briefer.

This is an unconnected series, not a sequence.


28 comments:

  1. Beautiful :D
    Perfect for National Haiku Day :D
    Loved it....!!
    xoxo

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  2. love the visual and aural haiku...the last one is sweet :)

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  3. I like how your cat miaows. It has its own voice.

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  4. This was simply beautiful. - Mosk

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  5. luv how the sounds push throom the gloom

    thanks for dropping in to read mine

    much love...

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  6. These poems recreate the atmosphere and scenes very well. We also have the noisy mynahs in SA.

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  7. You've not lost it at all!! I really like your use of brevity and that you don't bother with the syllables. For me, I love the way your last compliments the style of Basho's old pond haiku. Excellent!

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  8. All terrific. I especially like the gallery! k.

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  9. You do these so well! The last one is my favorite.

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  10. Nice trio, Rosemary. I like the thought of the miners coming up. But you squared away, thanks. I had now idea that Noisy Miners were Australian birds. They might have had some that we saw in Tasmanian sanctuary and we didn't even know.
    ..

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    1. They are not the kind we put in sanctuaries, Jim. Not rare or endangered, and not popular because of their noisiness.

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  11. Midnight is splendid and I really enjoy them all. I agree. I think haiku would be better if we would not be so slavish to the counted rule. I should have done that. I will next time.

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    1. I — along with many others — take the view that syllable count is the least important rule in haiku. I think it's much more important to capture a moment in its essence, without embellishment.

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  12. I can sympathize with you for that restless night.. sometimes the cat can be a nuisance.. marvelous set.

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  13. Mmm. These haiku are stepping stones through the day. Visual and aural--very neat.

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  14. I love all of them. Each one an exclamation on life.

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  15. I liked all of these.

    Thanks for visiting.

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  16. Very good Rosemary. I like the cobweb art gallery.

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  17. I also love the cobweb art! Well done

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  18. when I was in Perth some years back, I noted the crows cawing in a different dialect than what I am accustomed to, back in the States. regardless, your 'ku's resonate ~

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    1. The crows are all right. The Noisy Miners really do shriek; their only and persistent note.

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  19. Love, love, love the ambiguity of "Noisy Miners". For before your clarification, I did think of a gang of miners screaming in a bard or something like that. The "breeze" seemed to be a joy for both the birds and the possible workers.

    I'm quite taken by the cobwebs, too... ♥

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