I’ve written a lot of Haiku poetry over the years. I was made to write many for school purposes when I was young. I rediscovered them much later in life, when I was writing various Western formal styles of poetry. It was refreshing to find a poetry that is so immediate and focused on sensory perceptions of one’s surrounding by its nature.
Interestingly, this is the season that I happen to write haiku poems. I wrote a series of haiku’s a few years back called “A Week in July,” and I’ve been hoping to write a “Week in May.” And maybe a “Week in June.” Here’s one that I wrote the other day on the Amazon trail in the Willamette Valley of Oregon.
Lamp posts in high grass
Receding lines through smoke clouds
Heating fires still burn