A Christmas Haiku

What will happen when
Christmas ends. Will the New Year
Be any better?

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Feeling guilty

I swore I’d never let this blog get out of date and now it’s been four weeks since I last posted. I haven’t written anything new (other than two short stories too long to put on here and half a sestina) which means that technically I have nothing to post. So what else can I do apart from write a little Haiku. (Not sure about the little … is there such a thing as a ‘big haiku? Mmm.)

Sunshine

When you feel empty
And there is nothing but space
Fill it with sunshine

Almost done

Seven years and my degree is almost complete. In just over a week my last ever project will be printed, bound and posted. Then it will be time to start writing for myself only. That is even more daunting. No deadlines to meet. No study books to read. No assignments to polish. No instructions, no marks and no feedback.

Real author time. I won’t be able to call myself a ‘creative writing student’ anymore. The feeling is just slightly uncomfortable. In reality we never stop learning. Like a martial artist who has just attained a black belt, the journey is just beginning.

Seven years

Me, in true fashion
Timely walks out from the nest
This is it, I’m done

In defence of poetry!

I love poetry, but I know there are lots of people out there who hate it. At best fit only for ‘old’ people and love-sick Romeos and at worst a load of old rubbish, poetry has come to signify something a bit high brow and not for the likes of mere mortals. Unless of course we include Pam Ayres and why not indeed! She brought poetry to the masses and actually did it jolly well.

Now I hear you squirming while being reminded of school poetry like The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner or The Charge of the Light Brigade, which were at times quite heavy going, but not all poetry is long and heroic and concerned with history (or fable). Sometimes (read Roger McGough for instance) it can be fun and modern. And not a lonely wondering cloud to be seen.

Haikus, for instance, are only three lines long and the pattern is very simple 5, 7, 5 morae or sound units (which are rather like syllables).
Here is an example (apologies, I already posted this one):

In my dreams I fly (5)
Birds and clouds pass by the sun (7)
I want to be them (5)

Traditionally they are supposed to be about the seasons, but they don’t have to be these days.
Have a go!

Sunday

Sunday is a very short poem I wrote years ago. I have also included a couple of Haikus. A Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry, consisting of three lines in the pattern 5, 7, 5 morae (or on). A morae is a sound unit, which characterizes Japanese poetry, unlike English poetry which is characterized by meter.

Sunday

You left on Sunday
Now the sun is gone
From Sunday
And it’s just another day

Haikus

Cat-like the night creeps
Silently, winter clothed
In fur, she sleeps

In my dreams I fly
Birds and clouds pass by the sun
I want to be them