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Well, I'm not a poet. And I certainly don't eat sprouts. However, once an occasional, upon general request, I might break out and just do it. Oh, but Aunty is no slouch. She wanted it just such and so, using traditional Japanese techniques, not even often used by modern or even modern Japanese haiku writers. AND, she provided pictures by which to base the haiku. Really? Yes, really. Well, it beats palimony! :p Plus, I have to digest breakfast before hitting the shower. *glub*
Okay, so I gave it a shot, on a timer. Ten minutes, take it or leave it.
The dancing twirl, yes?
The young around the thumb go,
mom in future spring.
Spring chicken is not,
if truth is only of sight-
Youthful while she sings.
Okay, rather cliched, but the rules were limited, as is my time, and I am not a poet let alone a master of haiku-fu. Just so you know, once in a while Doom tries to play nicely with others. No bloody noses, broken bones, or dead bodies to clear, either. But I'm NOT having high tea at my place this afternoon... or... ever. Drink the coffee, milk, soda, water, or what ever else I have, or hit the road. Urhm... I do try, I just have my limits.
Later.
Hey hey!! So glad you played!!! You hit the rules jes' right too. And got at the emotion of it....hope it were a fun thang to fool around wif'.
ReplyDeleteIt was certainly a challenge. I'm just glad you went fishing and I was hungry and bit. I did have to research a bit more than what was offered, as I couldn't quite wrap my mind around the new-old haiku rules, especially the one about... well, the non-seasonal one, at first. I sort of got it, I think, but there is no way I could explain it. That was writing in faith, to be sure.
ReplyDeleteWhat was it they say? Kick them in the shins and they will yowl? *yoddle* I never can quite get these things just right. I really did enjoy doing gymnastics though. It was a wonderful challenge.