Haiku

[James_No_2]

Winter soul searching
In rain swept unfamiliar
Regions of the heart

[Gobbo]

Honestly, I think it’s simple.

Haiku’s are in my opinion the hardest things to write. They need hericlitian layers that are so hard to achieve with so few words. They are like a perfect knot, getting lost in the middle while with the end and beginnings in sight.

Anyways… it’s probably better than any Haiku I could write.

good luck with the whole OC winter growing up in america shit.

[James_No_2]

I agree that Haiku’s are very difficult. I tend to put the emphasis on evocation rather than complexity. I don’t know any of the rules for Haiku writing though, so the way I mimic them is based on ‘raw’ intuition more than anything.

Thanks for the response, in any case. I don’t know how much complexity I can offer you, but I can certainly offer density. Here’s a sonnet I wrote a couple of years back, (in the heavy style of Pushkin), during my ‘existentialist’ phase. I hereby dedicate it to Detrop.

Love is self-convincing without reference,
a departure through nothingness in introspection.
For all self ‘knowledge’ is misguided inference,
and identity a mirror without reflection.
That which seeks lacks the sought and finds,
only that which first creates and binds,
the unlimited self-positing turned back again,
the being of emptiness at the heart of men.
And when she looks into your eyes,
the tide of prodigal familiarity’s rise,
do you search for hallowing detachment,
intimate dissembling born of enchantment?
Disappointment reflected in your eyes,
tapestries of truth in the fabric of lies.

Regards,

James

[Gobbo]

James,

I liked it very much; it takes me back to when I was just a bit younger than you.

For all self ‘knowledge’ is misguided inference,
and identity a mirror without reflection.
That which seeks lacks the sought and finds,
only that which first creates and binds

I liked this part especially, it gave me familiar thoughts.

Here’s an exerpt as I moved from the conceptual into my love poem stage circa 18ish Gobbo.

I fell asleep against your gaze,
I dreamt of the map to your amaze
I am the flag, in the storm of your sigh
I am the deck, in the sea of your eye
I am the police, who patrol for your smile
Let’s lay here forever, and then for a while

Ahh… those days.

Try and enjoy them

[km2_33]

@James No. 2

I don’t know any of the rules for Haiku writing though, so the way I mimic them…

I think that is one of the main rules; a genuine haiku cannot be mimicked or it is considered incomplete? (but that goes for any good poem in my opinion)

Anyway, here’s my faux haiku to ‘balance’ your winter one.

For a moment
a crow call breaks
the torpid hum of summer

Here’s a traditional version
a crow call shatters
the torpid summer fever
stirring heavy air

[creation_imperfect]

@Old_Gobbo

Haiku’s are in my opinion the hardest things to write.

me and my friend tom
wrote haikus all year last year
(bored in physics class)

now writing GOOD haikus (like the one he wrote) is hard.

[Gobbo]

Yeah well… that’s what I meant.