In his latest Reverie, Joseph Harker excels himself in a poetic and erudite essay on the art of haiku, which he likens to throwing poetic spaghetti on a resonant wall.
Whenever I write haiku, and it is often, I do my utmost to follow the Japanese tradition. It is hard enough counting syllables without regard to linquistic stress, but Joseph delves into the intricacies of morae (breaking even syllables into elements) which I must confess is stretching my understanding to its utmost limits. If I have interpreted correctly, my kigo is happening outside right now as we experience the tail end of hurricane Gordon which veered in an unexpected West to East direction.
Wilful air currents
alter normal concept;
trees become weapons
Here are a couple I wrote before I had the benefit of Joseph’s teach-in. Some of the words have been changed in the light of new knowledge.
A blue haze
greets my morning eyes:
cover bare brown earth.
and for Haiku Heights’ Alien prompt
An alien force
invades our tranquillity: