| Haiku for Writers Inspiration and a soothing balm for rejection |
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| What is worse, author... Full of stories with no time or empty leisure? |
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| Hot black night
Words jumping on screen Eyes seal shut |
| CAN YOU HAIKU? Authors: Send your writing related haiku to author@swvaughn.com and see your work on this page. Follow the rules, please: haiku without proper structure will not be posted. All posted haiku will be accompanied by a representative photograph chosen by the webmaster. Inspire other writers with your words...do haiku! |
| What is Haiku? Haiku is a form of short poetry with a very specific construction. Japanese in origin, haiku consists of three lines with a certain number of syllables in each line. The syllable pattern for the lines can be either 5-7-5, which is the most common form, or 3-5-3. The lines generally do not rhyme. Here is an example of a 5-7-5 haiku: Rain / pools / on / pave- / ment cold / feet / splash- / ing / in / puddles Ah! / to / be / a / child And an example of the 3-5-3 haiku: E- / ven / ice mel- / ted / in / spring / sun joins / the / sea Haiku can be written on just about any subject, as long as it follows the rules exactly. If it doesn't have precisely three lines using the proper syllable structure, it's not haiku -- it is free-verse poetry. |
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| You must forgive us our endless scribbled crammed words; we abhor white space |
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| Agent says to me Manuscript opposite cock... Smaller is better |
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| 'wer' is what she types. One paw with tentative touch; Look, I'm just like Mom |
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| I don't know Where does it come from Inside me |
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| Typing, pausing, typing color punctures the white fog illuminating |
| I write a novel The publisher says cut it. Damn, this really sucks. |
| Bob Hale |
| Scribble I must do, To dispose of my anger, Finally, content |
| Allison Lazar |
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| Take up the pen now Transcend your limiting self To write is to grow |
| Charles Alley |
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| Words run, scream Settle silently Become friends |
| Joyce Handzo |
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| Morn dawns, a fresh mind The right words come, prose flow free Time flies, the Muse flees |
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| I watch the ink spread Rorschach blots on the paper Form into meaning |
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| Silent guards of land Holding secrets of mankind Humans are such fools |
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| Content and form, the chicken and egg question, the philosophy of writers |
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| Written on the fly The instant haiku is penned Though the fly hates it |
| Pat Hornsby Crochet |