Until my friend, Linda, shared her passion for writing these addictive short forms of poetry as they came to her through the day. Seriously, Now that I have started playing with words (thanks for the reference, Linda) I often now think in 5, 7, 5 structure…counting on my fingers the number of syllables in phrases.
Haiku (俳句, listen (help. · info)) is a type of short form poetry originally from Japan. Traditional Japanese haiku consist of three phrases that contain a kireji, or “cutting word”, 17 on (a type of Japanese phoneme) in a 5, 7, 5 pattern, and a kigo, or seasonal reference
Many people have been taught in schools that haiku is a 5-7–5-syllable form of poetry. In Japan, they don’t actually count syllables at all, but sounds.
I’ve been keeping a journal of my Haiku jots. Cheap entertainment for pandemic boredom!
The geese could be swans
in the early morning light
Peacefulness and grace
No pressure, no fear
Doing what is mine to do
all in its own time
Until next time (4 syllables)
My daughter put random pictures on line last weekend of her cousins playing and posing for pictures over the years. Looking at those pictures, I was filled with so many memories. It seems like just yesterday.
In 2013, we had one daughter living in Ohio and one in Missouri. HE had already officially retired and was working part time waiting for me to retire the next year when we found out the Missouri daughter was going to give us a grandchild. We made the decision to leave everything we had ever known and move south . We loaded up 2 dogs and 5 cats and made the official move on the same day I was free of a job I had for 30 years. Where had those 30 years gone? It seems like just yesterday.
The first part of March we really had no idea how our life was going to change. It seems like just yesterday. Life as we had known it…family, trips back to Iowa to see family and friends, planning babysitting activities, going out to eat, shopping and our activities at Unity….they just stopped! It seemed like everything just stopped! I can’t wrap my head around how life has changed for the world…not just my little corner.
We are coping. That means whatever it means for each individual and the circumstances of their lives! I have to remind myself that we are a strong people. Most of us will survive. My prayer is we can show love and kindness to each human we cross paths with while recognizing the gratitude and thankfulness for all of those little acts of kindness. A few years from now we will remember this time as the moment everything changed. It will seem like just yesterday.