For The Love Of Haiku

Sweat and flatulence
of anti-romance brigade.
Even the moon scowls.

Phew, that was a tough one this week! I had to go away and fuel myself with a cup of tea and a flapjack before haiku inspiration hit me. Sugar and caffeine–now that shouldn’t kill off romance, should it?

My usual appreciative thanks go to adollyciousirony for hosting our favourite fun haiku event at http://allaboutlemon.com/2012/11/10/for-the-love-of-haiku-10-men/which, through popular demand, has turned into a weekly happening.

And I have to give a special congratulatory mention to one of my new blogging friends, Tea with a Pirate, for his exceptional winning 58 “likes” for last week’s haiku http://managuagunntoday.wordpress.com/2012/11/03/for-the-love-of-haiku-abandoned-garden/  

Author: Sarah Potter Writes

Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. She's into nature, gardening, and natural health. For her, sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.

24 thoughts on “For The Love Of Haiku”

  1. You got the moon in! I can’t explain why, but I love a ‘physical distance’ between the first and last line, whether its the length of a see saw, or hopefully something the moon interacts with, for obvious haiku reasons. Was just writing similar to someone else a little while ago. And thanks! Albeit an undeserved thanks of course. It was a tough one this week, and I fought with it.

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    1. I thought of another haiku about medical students testing their livers and the consultant pathologist in his biological suit, but I hated to see my beloved moon so out of sorts, and it deserved a mention. Yes, I suppose there is a physical difference–a sort of outer space gap between the terrestial and lunar. I like the see saw analogy. It’s interesting for me, having you analyse my work–and it makes me very happy that someone has spent time thinking about my words, Thank you 🙂

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  2. I am speechless 🙂 Yeah Sarah, how do you do it? You are amazing… hahaha
    Yet it’s a very cool haiku- a perfect description to those men who just love to play around… LOL 🙂

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    1. It’s the muse does it–not guilty ma’m. When I was at school (many unspecified years ago) these cheeky, surreal, and random thoughts used to float into my mind and distract me terribly. They were responsible for many out-of-class detentions, and, of course, they weren’t my fault–oh, no–but always somebody else’s fault, namely the Muse (with a capital M). Lol

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