Happy Easter!
I love haiku. I think it is one of the most beautiful forms of poetry out there. I think I like it because it is so structured that the words seem more...purposeful. Thoughfully chosen, if you will. I don't particularly care for other structured forms of poetry, but I absolutely love haiku. Richard Wright, in fact, spent his last years writing haiku -- he wrote 1000s of them. I have a book in which his favorite 872 (or something) are collected. Haiku is beautiful stuff.
Why do I bring this up?
Well, while I was living in Sitka, I was very good about keeping a journal. I wrote in it nearly every day. And, there was a period of time in which I made a concerted effort to write a haiku poem in my journal every day. Sometimes, that's all there would be -- just a haiku, nothing else.
I am currently in the process of packing (because I move into my beautiful home in 9 days!), and I came across my old journals from my years in Sitka. Of course, I had to stop and look through them. I found a few haikus that actually did not repulse me, so I thought I'd share them:
11 April 2001:
The wisps of my hair
And soaring eagles above
Follow the same wind
15 April 2001 (this I wrote after meeting an ex-boyfriend for coffee):
Silence and sunlight
Embrace the empty feelings
And unspoken thoughts
29 October 2001:
The sun shines through snow
And the mountains echo light
The bare wind feeds me
31 October 2001:
Beautiful sunrise
Lights the small and friendly streets
Nudging me awake
And here is one from Easter day, 15 April 2001 (this one isn't that great; it's just funny):
Actually, no.
I'm way too tired to think,
So this poem sucks.
It's funny how I can look at some of those poems and remember exactly what I was feeling at the time.
Looking back over my journals makes me want to start keeping one again. I gave up on keeping a journal when I started grad school -- too much writing. But now...who knows? Maybe I'll let my old haikus inspire me.
Okay. Off to do some more packing...fun stuff.