1. Haiku Year
Analysis of Form and Technique
JANUARY
Delightful display
Snowdrops bow their pure white heads
To the sun's glory.
This ancient form of poem writing is renowned for its small size as well as the precise punctuation and syllables needed on its three lines. It is of ancient Japanese origin. It contains 17 syllables in 3 lines of five, seven, five. Haiku poems are typically about nature and usually about a specific season. Writing a haiku requires effort but the poem is well worth it. It is easy to feel a sense of perfection when viewing a perfectly formed Haiku.
Analysis of Form and Technique
JANUARY
Delightful display
Snowdrops bow their pure white heads
To the sun's glory.
I love this poem sooooo much! Can't stop reading it. I am in love with the absolute perfect descriptions of each month...great job Paul.
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I was in fire,
The room was dark and somber.
I sleep peacefully.
It is a good poem. I like it a lot. It is also narrated well.
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Mellow, mild, May day,
calling children out to play.
Summer's on her way!
I am over you.
Then my eyes meet yours once more,
and I fall in love.
I LOVE this poem! It feels good because I can relate!
Like crunchy cornflakes
Gold leaves rustle underfoot
Beauty in decay.
I like Haikus and I like this one very much. It goes to prove that just a few well-chosen words can say more effectively than pages full. I love the comparison of cornflakes to dead leaves...
Winter fights to stay.
Sweet Spring always wins her way.
Flowers bloomed today!
Coolness fills the air
Scarves and sweaters everywhere
Fall weather is here
This poem helps me to experience the love of autumn! It's a great visual!
A misty morning -
Pumpkins in the air, while boots
Crunch on autumn leaves.
Calm as a river
Tranquility in my heart
Blue summer skies reign.
You and me alone
Madness of world locked away
Peace and quiet reigns
A swish of tail fins
Silver scales shining brightly
Down into the dark
Beautiful sunrise
On a warm summer morning.
I wait for day's start.
Your eyes are fire.
Their image burnt into my soul,
Scarred by beauty.
My best friend Wendy wrote a poem about our mutual friend, Lyndon, who died on September 25th 3 years ago. So sadly 1 year later, Wendy, my dearest and best friend, committed suicide. I have...
Bees nudged the flowers
Babies peeped out of the nest
One fine crisp morning.
Strokes of affection
Light and tenderly expressed
Keep love’s bonds so strong.
Swaying leaves on trees,
warmer air, blooming flowers,
spring's finally here.
Your first line has 6 syllables, not 5.
The chill, worming in
Shock, pleasure, bursting within
Summer tongue awakes
This haiku just makes me want to close my eyes and picture in my head a beautiful flower garden, swaying in the cool breeze on a hot summer day. It also gives me the chills!
Jayjay
Full strawberry moon,
ushers in hot days of June,
high tides fill the dune,
Picking up pebbles
Or seashells strewn on soft sand
Pure relaxation.
So beautiful! So Enchanting! LOVE the Imagery!