Orbs in mystic flight,
Spectral spheres bring joy or fear.
On what plane am I ?
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Welcome to the haiku club
Haiku are a form of Japanese poetry that are written in three lines with a syllable count of five, seven, five. But don't let that stop you writing whatever you like. There are no fascists here and any contribution you wish to make is welcome. Here we seek the sublime, and if we can't have that, we'll just have a laugh. It's all good.
With the current picture as your inspiration, pile in to the comments and have a go. At the end of the week I pick five and put them on the front page.
As the Japanese say - Let's enjoyment haiku!
selfishness.......selflessness
Everything here is an expression of this continuum. Otherwise, the only certainty is change.
14 comments:
galaxies to cells
a journey of no distance
me and not-me, one
Hey Pen, when I first saw this pic I thought, 'Ayah, what am I going to do with that?' But I sat down and actually got right into it. For a couple of hours! And I spend all that time on it and the last line still sux, ha ha.
Anyway thanks matey. I don't know why, but coming up with a haiku for someone else's pic is so much more fun than writing one for a pic one's selected oneself. (Urgh, messy sentence but I'm sure you get it).
ciao ciao
hey nobody, I thought it would be a good challenge, I did see potential in it, but..it's one thing to look at it, and another thing to haiku on it!
I am working on mine,still.
Orbs in mystic flight,
Spectral spheres bring joy or fear.
On what plane am I ?
oh and btw, this picture in all it's strangeness is a fractal.
searching beams of eye
reaching in as well as out
open stars contained
No shoes, hairy pits
Calls herself a cosmic elf,
Hate that hippie girl!
Schutte
Gravity, they say,
Is a dent in the fabric
of the universe
schutte
The Schutte returns
dismissing all before him
froward as ever
schutte:hate that hippie girl?
lol
the brilliance of maya
arising from the emptiness
of the formless void
Fine Su, just turn up and write the best haiku why don't you...
Bloody South Africans...
Um never mind that rude fellow Su, nice to have you pop back in.
i'm gonna cheat...
but this immediately came to mind..
as sung, by sting.
Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking along the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
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