Wednesday, June 18, 2008



enveloping quiet
cold morning mist
intimate echoes
i walk alone

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Serenity, now broken
Illuminated
Unseen alight, now obscure

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unchangeable echoes,
pushed out
from authentic wind
stand out
bangs beyond

19 comments:

nobody said...

One's senses softened
hard certitude washed away
my feet lead me where?

kikz said...

enveloping quiet
cold morning mist
intimate echoes
i walk alone

nobody said...

Even in Europe
you can hear the spurs jangling.
It's that Texan chick

Penny said...

Inhaling dank night air
striding hastily onward
mind focused, intention clear.

kikz said...

snickerz...:) yaya, so ya hear 'spaghetti western' mUzak in my haiku?! (insert vocal track frm good/bad/ugly)

I'M NAAAAT TEXAN! :P

ahem.

i'm southern. there is a world of difference.

anyway..
the pic...except for the bridge.. reminds me of nu awlinz. which is very old wUrld european. it is/was a a country w/in a country.. time passes differently there, the vibe is different.
i've been in the fr. quarter enveloped in mornin' mist. it does strange things to the acoustics of echoes.. even footfalls on cobblestone reverberate differently, amplified but contained. it's odd.

kind of like the strange quiet falling snow brings.

i got... 'morning' from the the pic... the color of the sky.. and the bridge lights being off.
btw,
i liked both of yours..
noby & penny :)

Penny said...

thanks kikz :)

nobody said...

That's cool 'Southern' has two syllables as well, ha ha. Otherwise a mate of mine took this phote and it's in Vienna or somewhere. Anyway it's Europe.

Fog is weird isn't it? Sight, sound, smell are all altered.

Otherwise everyone is walking in their poems. Maybe I should have photoshopped out that person on the right. I thought about it. As it is they look like they're about to fall in the drink, ha ha. Otherwise feel free to pick on any aspect you like. Even the most tenuous connection is fine. Or none at all if you feel like it. Even mine came within a whisker of being about time and cobblestones. The last line came at the last second.

Hey P, good one.

Off I go whistling kikz's theme tune...

nobody said...

Also I just discovered if you click on the pic you can see it at full-rez. Worth doing since it's such a nice pic.

Penny said...

here is another one:

Serenity, now broken
Illuminated
Unseen alight, now obscure

Unknown said...

haiku, my passion...
...oh my Goodness what a challenge...

unchangeable echoes,
pushed out
from authentic wind
stand out
bangs beyond

nobody said...

Beautiful Lua! How nice to hear from you. I'm so glad you could make it.

Bella, non dimentichi - cinque sillabe, sette sillabe, cinque sillabe

Otherwise - At the moment I'm thinking I'll make this a weekly thing. Any more than that might be excessive. And I'd run out of photos, ha ha.

nobody said...

Or should that be 'non scordare'? Everytime I use babelfish it makes a fool of me, ha ha.

nobody said...

Well I hate to say it, but no one got the syllable count right, ha ha. I went and had a read about haiku over at wikipedia. It's quite interesting, worth reading. What I found there is that the key discussion is whether seventeen syllables is too long.

Me, I'm going to stick with the seventeen. Perhaps when I become some grand haiku master I'll ditch the structure. Like Bruce Lee, dig it. But in between times I like the way it forces me to struggle.

Anyway... whose effort do I put on the front page? Well since I'm a big softy, everyone's! Yoroshiku.

nobody said...

I just want to add that haiku, regardless of how many syllables they are, really must have a break in them. A contrast or a switch must be made. And the break must be noted with some word or punctuation. This is best done at the end of the first or second line. It's all explained quite nicely over at wikipedia.

Previously I was unaware and yet somehow did it anyway. Spooky.

Um... I hope everyone is having as much fun as me...

Penny said...

I was enjoying it immensely, it's fun and yet, hard.
weird huh?

nobody said...

Exactly

Unknown said...

to show I love you
I did everything just right...
then, I kicked your dog

Unknown said...

Near the Mokulua Islands

hot,still, summer day
I saw the turtle surface,
breaking mirrored sky

Unknown said...

Tokyo

soba on bamboo,
iced ume-shu,and old friends,
through the knotted ropes