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Winter Solstice, End-of-the-Road Haiku Chain by Patricia

by Patricia | 12.21.12


Wow! What a winter solstice we’ve got this year, with the world’s end at hand–an event for which (let’s face it) there has always been the potential.

On WIZ’s bucket list: striking up the haiku band. In case of the world’s end, think of a haiku chain as a virtual holding-of-hands as we all face a banquet table heaped with just desserts.

Haiku basics: A haiku is a classical Japanese poetical form, usually 17 syllables all in a single line in Japanese, but there are longer and shorter forms.  Englishers commonly stack haiku lines, often in the order of one short line of 5 syllables on top, a long line of 7 syllables in the middle, then another short line of 5 syllables on the bottom.  But given that we might all not be here in five minutes, let’s not stand on formality. If you want to say “Hello Winter!” or “Goodbye Sweet World!” in some other haiku-esque form, please do. Given the circumstances, humor will be permitted–just this once.

Instructions. I’ll forge the first chain link. Somebody follows me, adding a single haiku in the comments, then another person and another, etc.  You may link your haiku to an image in the previous haiku or stud the chain with something free-wheeling. Other than the informal, “one-at-a-time-please” tradition, there’s no limit to turns a participant can take and no deadline for this activity.  It runs until an ominous curtain of silence falls. Or maybe ’til spring comes. Whichever happens first.

Here’s my first shot. It’s not especially humorous, but hey, I just finished setting fate in motion for another kind of doomsday–the End-of-Semester. Grim business.

Sunflower sprouts in
winter’s black loam and ripe cold;
its pale stalk lengthens.

What’ve you got?

13 Responses to Winter Solstice, End-of-the-Road Haiku Chain by Patricia

  1. Sean

    Frost rimes the chain-linked
    Mesh of fence-gage wires, sparkling
    On that side and this.

  2. Jim Cobabe

    Blackbirds raucous flock,
    Argue in a tree, about who is king,
    Fly off suddenly.

  3. Mark Penny

    It’s cold. It’s cold. It’s
    cold. But I still stand, face in
    the wind, eyes in ice.

  4. Sarah Dunster

    Frost blackens her eyes
    and bends her double over
    the glistening field.

  5. Patricia K

    Snowflakes catch in my
    windward ear. Snowfall’s scratch, clicks,
    melting notes fill thought.

  6. Sarah Dunster

    Help me hear the chime
    of the wind’s wild churchbell tone
    ringing over snow.

  7. Jonathon

    Joints stiffen, crack
    with spit-rock cold. Winter’s bones
    set in like fever.

  8. Patricia K

    Full moonlight dissolves
    Orion’s astral body
    to just bare-bones stars

  9. Sarah Dunster

    Bones of trees emerge–
    pale roots exposed by the wrench
    of relentless winds.

  10. Sean

    Ice binds leaves to stone-
    bound sand. Temporarily.
    Breath clouds trail away.

  11. Jonathon

    On the Winnipeg tarmac, luggage
    awaits its hell-bound carrier,
    hoary and frost-bearded as a poet.

  12. Mark Penny

    Enough already.
    Let time have its rage and take
    its toll, then go.

  13. Patricia K

    Tracks on snow show risks
    rabbits take to carry small
    sparks through dark and deep.

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