White Slap of Hail

 

white slap of hail

on my face and we’re not even

lovers

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This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem Utabukuro, the poem-bag #1 re-introduction “a single tulip”, another great prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, in which Chèvrefeuille asked us to choose a haiku or tanka we admire and write our own haiku inspired by it.  So, here’s a favourite of mine by Basho, which I read again recently:

 

still alive

but frozen into one –

sea-slugs

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To me there seems such a mysterious atmosphere in Basho’s haiku, probably due to the fact that a normal, albeit peculiar scene is examined so intensely until other possible meanings start to rise up.  So, for my haiku I tried to borrow the coldness of that scene and the eerie intimacy.  All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. And, to finish, here’s the Sleepy Jackson –

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Emotions

 

emotions blink by

teeming across the asphalt

a shock of hail

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This poem was written in response to Heeding Haiku With HA: Emotions, a great prompt hosted by HA at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. And, to finish, here’s Smokey Robinson –