Dear Friends:
Here is the link to Scott Mason's lecture, Haiku:The Poetry of Focus, that introduces you to the "pleasures and the uniquely life-affirming character of English-language haiku poetry."
Opening Quotes:
Let us not take it for granted that life exists more fully in what is commonly thought big than what is commonly thought small. -- Virginia Woolf
I omit the unusual — the hurricanes and earthquakes — and describe the common. This has the greatest charm and is the true theme of poetry. -- Henry David Thoreau
(These two opening quotes remind me of the following remark about haiku:
Haiku is still a poetry of small things and of everyday experience that preserves the sparkles of the particular in its universal appeal. -- Walker Haberstroh)
Selected Haiku:
Opening Quotes:
Let us not take it for granted that life exists more fully in what is commonly thought big than what is commonly thought small. -- Virginia Woolf
I omit the unusual — the hurricanes and earthquakes — and describe the common. This has the greatest charm and is the true theme of poetry. -- Henry David Thoreau
(These two opening quotes remind me of the following remark about haiku:
Haiku is still a poetry of small things and of everyday experience that preserves the sparkles of the particular in its universal appeal. -- Walker Haberstroh)
Selected Haiku:
late afternoon
a rabbit
sniffs the sun
Scott Mason
smoketown dawn
a rogue rooster's
corrugated cry
Kristen Renée Miller
Remembrance Day --
the thin sound of a bugle
wavers in the rain
John Crook
night of stars
all along the precipice
goat bells ring
an’ya
raging blizzard
The gritted teeth
of jumper cables
Jeff Stillman
the slow turn
of a barber's pole --
afternoon heat
John W. Wisdom
sultry evening
the pizza receipt clings
to a beer bottle
Bob Lucky
midsummer stream
a grackle dips its beak
in shimmer
Robert Gilliland
shanty town --
the jagged edges
of moonlight
Sanjukta Asopa
a curtain billows
before the rain
scent of roses
Ferris Gilli
alone tonight --
the calla lily curves
into shadow
Hortensia Anderson
life alone
licking
the ladle
Owen Bullock
nine-month belly --
she slowly unwraps
the heirloom crèche
D. Claire Gallagher
creak of the swing ...
my feet still reach
the sky
Connie Donleycott
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