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Haiku 5

Haiku inspired poetry.

View across Honfleur

Dark, distant crucifixes point in vane through a damp mist,

showing a connection that has slowly faded from our consciousness.

The grey slates glisten through the gloom,

whilst the present-day diviners point in a different direction.

Using a different medium,

they seek out new Gods to worship.


Haiku 3

Haiku – how do we get there………….?

Thing is about Haiku that I find is that you cannot just force it out. Young kids seem to get the hang of it pretty quick and write some great poems. At the end of the day they have a refreshing naivety, no preconceptions as to what looks good, nor a deep-rooted fear of failure. What effectively is a combination a blank canvas, a clean slate and a clear conscience gives kids the edge when writing haiku, and I say good luck to them!

In addition, it is worth remembering that constructing Haiku mechanically just does not work, although it helps to know the rules. The site linked here is a really good place to start – not quite a Sheldon Brown production, but it is a really useful base camp on the trek up the mountain to find that pinnacle that is “a decent poem”.

Link to Haiku Base Camp

And when you lack inspiration you can always get it from here – a blog that publishes a poem a day.

Link to “a poem a day”


What is Haiku?

Haiku is one of the most important form of traditional Japanese poetry. Haiku is, today, a 17-syllable verse form consisting of three metrical units of 5, 7, and 5 syllables. Since early days, there has been confusion between the three related terms Haiku, Hokku and Haikai. The term hokku literally means “starting verse”, and was the first starting link of a much longer chain of verses known as haika. Because the hokku set the tone for the rest of the poetic chain, it enjoyed a privileged position in haikai poetry, and it was not uncommon for a poet to compose a hokku by itself without following up with the rest of the chain.

– source: Haiku for People

Here is one of my recent attempts at a decent poem……………..


Seldom seen or heard.

Always waiting to catch me.

And set me in stone.