Welcome to WIZ’s 2012 Spring Poetry Runoff open invitation haiku chain. This is a non-competitive (that is, not part of the poetry contest), come-as-you-are, just-for-fun, community word-dance.
A haiku is a classical Japanese poetical form, usually 17 syllables all in a single line in Japanese, but I understand that there are longer and shorter forms. In English, a haiku often takes the form of one short line of 5 syllables, a long line of 7 syllables, then another short line of 5 syllables, but there are many paths–pick what pleases you. Often, haiku mention the season under scrutiny–in this case spring, obviously. If you wish to learn more about haiku, you can go here or here.
The rules: Really, there aren’t any. How it usually goes is someone starts the chain. I invited Sean Lindsay to forge the first link in the chain, as he’s often done here. Somebody follows him, adding a single haiku in the comments, and then another person takes a turn, and around we go. Other than the informal, €œone-at-a-time-please € tradition, there’s no limit to turns a participant can take and no deadline for this activity. It runs as long as it runs.
Sean’s opener:
Earth, ice and stone press
Their cold into warmer skies,
Sublimating snows.
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Sean Lindsay occasionally blogs as greenfrog at www.inlimine.blogspot.com and can sometimes be found onymously puttering around Buddhist rock gardens on facebook.
*non-competition submission*
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Sublimated snows
cast wet shadows across the walk
step lightly over blood
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Soon the shadows cast
will be those of celebrants:
bloodroot and zephyr
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cottonwood and cliff
rose, lemonade bush–fragrant
shades, and bee-buzzing
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Ice water flows clear
Over basalt tongues. Mountains taste
of May’s wild promise.
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Frozen skies soften
From ice to sleet to raindrops.
Untouching, unmarred.
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She pushes through,
Old Spring, her crony, crackling hands
with posies double-clutched.
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The clutch is stuck, I
can’t reverse. The metal mam-
moth mopes in mud.
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Winter-thin rabbits
Bask in sunlight by the hedge.
Gone in an eye-blink.
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A boy and Labrador bound
After them into woods new
Dressed for visitors.
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Greening wood, green boy:
He weaves into spring’s fabric,
pink-tongued dog beside.
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dandelion puff
seeds scattered explosively
in the western wind
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Orange slice crests Earth’s rim
To set behind storm ridges:
An eight-minute moon.
(I’m not syllabically challenged, I just pronounce “orange” as arnj, single syllable, like in the knock-knock joke.)
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Sky turns wet eye round
Savage glance scrapes stone from hills
Palm trees fall in fear
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