Practicing for Haiku 366

I think it’s a good thing none of my haiku from high school survive. I suspect the subject matter was either Star Trek, The Beatles, or The Man From U.N.C.L.E., the three most important things in my life, at the time. However, I’ve written several in the past couple of weeks to prep for my attempt to do a haiku a day in 2016.

Here is one I wrote about four years ago when I was having morning tea on my front porch and contemplating the newly planted Japanese maple in my yard:

maple trembles from
sun’s lustful touch; leaves quiver
from satiation

For this one I used the 5-7-5 form we’re taught in high school, but which I’ve subsequently learned isn’t necessarily the form for a modern, American haiku.

A couple of years ago, someone challenged a few of us to write about writer’s block, and I came up with this, which I entitled “Laboring.”

Blocked writer moaning.
Ideas breech in the brain.
Where is the midwife?

In this one, again I stayed with what I knew at the time, the 5-7-5 form, but I also did a haiku no-no, as I’ve learned. Well, several of them. I titled it. I used complete sentences and proper punctuation, but I like it. In fact I like both of them. The first one is one of my favorite things I’ve written.

Here are some others I’ve written in the past month.

December 5, 2015 – driving north on I-81, early morning, south of Harrisonburg, VA, I spotted a hot air balloon. Later at home, I wrote:

cold dawn on face
balloon rises
heaven on earth

December 6, 2015 – on learning of the death of fellow UUer, Neil Von Name, who took care of the UU buildings in Waynesboro, VA:

frost on rooftops
and manicured grass
tender’s memorial

December 7, 2015 – a day when my Seasonal Affective Disorder was seriously acting up:

cold clouds drape mountains
sunset looms
mood ebbs in waning light

December 8, 2015 – the day I started decorating for the December holidays:

ornaments stored make
their annual appearance
false cheer abounds

December 9, 2015 – after SWAG Writers Open Mic:

writers brave the darkness
write of light and love
lubricated with wine

December 10, 2015 – pre-dawn drive to pick up my granddaughter to keep for the day:

sun peeks over blue mountains
strained through icy clouds
sleep deprived

December 11, 2015 – 67 degrees on this day in December, with a little homage to Robert Frost:

winter retreats on
cat’s feet, softly
to return, roaring

December 12, 2015 – nearly 70 degrees

nine days to winter solstice
el nino makes me
long for a beach

December 13, 2015 – another early morning drive to Waynesboro, VA

sinuous mist
shrouds mountains
last day of Hannukah

Then, I had about a two-week break because I didn’t start holiday shopping until December 14, and there was baking and more shopping and traveling for the holidays. This morning, December 27, I woke to sunshine for the first time in a week, and I sat on my screened-in porch (it was nearly 70 again today) and took in the silence. This came to mind:

before a storm, calm
relish the peace
birdsong shatters quiet

December 28, 2015 – driving to choir practice, at night, in fog and rain:

weather darkens night
driving blind to sing
home is a beacon

December 29, 2015 – After an hour on the phone with Apple and the Apple Watch and the iPhone 6S still won’t talk to each other:

watch refuses
to recognize phone

December 30, 2015 – a sunrise in the midst of dense fog:

foggy sunrise
cold rain disappoints

December 31, 2015 – the holidays end:

house denuded
decorations stored
welcome blandness

Yes, I need the practice, but I hope I don’t completely suck at this.