Hiss and leaves dying
At the Season's edge of a
Paternal razor
Hiss and leaves dying
At the Season's edge of a
Paternal razor
Paternal razor
aggression and recession
she searches for peace
Wow...I've seen den 'advertising' this thread in other threads, and I thought "wow, interesting"... But by the time I got to read this, I had seen do many posts about this that I didn't even want to see it for spirit of contraddiction...(here I am infact, I even contraddict myself... it must be some kind of art).
And in any case I've never managed to do an haiku, I hate to have to count syllables... And noone ever taught me how the hell to count syllables in English... Oh no, I was taught last year, but I didn't really understand (shameful for a student of English I know)... Only free verse for me please
Am I interrupting the creative game? I apologise.
dead on the inside, i've got nothing to prove
keep me alive and give me something to lose
she searches for peace
it gently disturbs her soul
comfort from the saved.
(religious, I know )
Hwæt! We Gar-Dena in geardagum,/Þeodcuninga þrum gefrunon,/hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon!
Oft Scyld Scefing sceaþena þreatum,/ monegum mægþum, meodosetla ofteah,/ egsode eorlas, syððan ærest wearð/ feasceaft funden; he þæs frofre gebad,/ weox under wolcnum, weorðmyndum þah,/ oðþæt him æghwylc þara ymbsittendra/ofer hronrade hyran scolde,/gomban gyldan. Þæt wæs god cyning!
she searches for peace
that calms the tree of her mind
lashed by raving wind
postscriptum:
I am afraid that the time difference between Europe and the States excluded me from yesterday's poetical inpulse on this forum. Perhaps we can make rules that enable us to be equally involved in this Haiku game.
postpostscriptum:
Koa: is not very hard to count syllables in English. Just pronounce the words you write, and use your feeling for the English language. If this is to hard for you, you can also transcribe it to the International Phonetic Alphabet - if you have had linguistics. At the moment I am making a metrical translation of Ovidius Metamorphoses (liber III, Narcissus, Echo, Tiresias) in Iambic Pentameters, so let me give you an example (III, 316):
'While this on earth was done by fatefull law'
can be written like:
'Whyl dis on urth was don by f(ae)tfull law'
Which has exactly 10 syllables, this time even iambically ordened. Every syllable is built around one vowel, and can have 'an onset' and a 'coda', consisting of consonants. Some 'vowels' that are in a certain word are not pronounced, or melt together with other phonemes in the text. Just like in Italian:
'Quali fioretti dal notturno gelo'
'Kvvali fjoretti dal notturno gelo'
counts eleven syllables - the Qu combination in Italian forms a consonant, so that the vowel u is not pronounced like in the two syllable word 'Uve'. (It is quite easy to count the syllable's in Dante's Comedia, isn't it?)
I hope - koa - that you did not miss the allusions to your Italian poem that I once read.
Shea pretty well anything goes here that's the beauty of it! And I wouldn't necessarily call what you wrote `religious' ... The themes of `peace , soul, comfort, saved' are more subjective and spiritual to me, rather than dogmatic.
Koa, aw, that's too bad, maybe somebody here can advise you in very simple terms on how to count syllables, but I'm afraid it could be confusing. You write well in english, do you speak it much too? Actually, hang on, when you look in a dictionary, they sometimes break the word down into syllables, for instance from
http://dictionary.reference.com/
syl·la·ble n.
A unit of spoken language consisting of a single uninterrupted sound formed by a vowel, diphthong, or syllabic consonant alone, or by any of these sounds preceded, followed, or surrounded by one or more consonants.
One or more letters or phonetic symbols written or printed to approximate a spoken syllable.
So .". `syllable' as written above with the hyphens has three syllables. Maybe that will help a bit.
comfort from the saved
rest my tired head calmly
embrace me my friend
embrace me my friend
put your arms around my neck
but don't do it twice
but don't do it twice
can only handle so much
addiction rents hearts
addiction rents hearts
of hidious old scholars
to children's young mouths
to children's young mouths
cooked broccoli tastes awful
but I love it raw
:P
but I love it raw
'cause I'm a cute red bunny
frying in your pan
bunny? red? :P
frying in your pan
sweetbreads port wine and garlic
decadence spurs life
decadence spurs life
as the old feasting Romans
shouted to their slaves
shouted to their slaves
plantation owners evil
devil incarnate
devil incarnate
Beelzebub, Lucifer
became friends for life