I'm issuing a haiku challenge -- let's try to write some real spring haiku!
As I wrote in the blog about this time last year, the form of poetry called haiku began as a Zen art. Haiku seems simple to write, but it is difficult to write well. And there are many conventions of haiku that most English-speaking would-be haiku writers ignore. As a result, a great deal of what passes for haiku isn't haiku at all, or else is really bad haiku.
That said, I think even clumsy haiku is worth writing if the writer is working with haiku in true Zen spirit. This means using the haiku form to present a moment of experience. The act of writing haiku challenges the writer to pay attention.
Haiku is about nature, and the poem should provide at least a hint about the season of the year, often in just one word called a kigo. A spring haiku is about an experience of spring, right now. The haiku should present imagery and not be only about an idea, although it might present a thought in juxtaposition to the imagery. However, use of metaphor is discouraged. The haiku should directly point to an experience, not be an idea about an experience.
An important convention of haiku is the kireji, or cutting word. In Japanese, kireji divides the poem into two parts, often setting up juxtaposition. Put another way, the kireji cuts the train of thought in the haiku, which is a technique for giving the poem a bite. This is the oh! part that English haiku seems too often to leave out.
This haiku by Masaoka Shiki (1867-1902) provides an example --
A thin layer of snow
coats the wings of mandarin ducks --
such stillness!
That's what I'm talking about. Shiki sets us up with a winter scene, then cuts the thought at the dash and gives us an oh! at the end.
Here's another, by Kobayashi Issa (1763 - 1828). I believe Issa was Pure Land and not Zen, but he wrote good haiku anyway.
From the nostril
of the Great Buddha
comes a swallow
Here the last line takes us someplace we weren't expecting to go. To me, it's this freshness, this unexpectedness, that makes great haiku.
The "cut" can come early in the haiku. This is Basho (1644-1694):
The first cold shower
even the monkey seems to want
a little coat of straw
Here the "cut" is after the first line.
Of course, you know a haiku has three lines, and convention says the first line has five syllables, the second line has seven syllables, and the third line has five syllables again. However, I think in English we shouldn't be too chained to the syllable rule, especially if the rule makes the haiku wordier than it needs to be.
So, are we ready? I wrote two haiku this morning, which aren't up to Basho standards, but here they are anyway --
AndCrumpled paper cups
settle against the park bench
with purple crocus.
Your turn!After the hard rain
wet forsythia blossoms
scattered everywhere.


Budding, Lily blooms/
In a spring awakening/
Announcing hunger
A cluster of baby’s breath/
Newborn granddaughter’s protest
Here’s one:
Yellow blossoms fall
petals to nourish the soil
the tree stands naked
This describes a tree in a neighbor’s yard. In Florida, the trees shed both in the autumn and the spring.
Don’t issue challenges to contrarians!
Really bad haiku
like a really bad haircut
conforms not to life.
The April snow-
man leans into his shadow
beneath white blossoms
Only dull eyes see
two identical snow flakes
spring will be here soon
Cold clay warming
old bones stretch in sunlight —
blossoms burst in the air
High clouds,
Spring’s breath on cheek –
Birds fly!
Koi swimming in pond
Thin layer of ice
Springtime approaching
river sunlight
the smell of tugboats
and blossoms
Computer whirring,
Desk covered with work orders–
Outdoors are flowers
thrusting upward
through quiet mist the redwoods
my human breath
Droplets from the sky
Spring flowers bend with heavy load;
Sun lifts their spirits
unborn cherry blooms
rain gently falls, sun warms earth
then comes explosion
It is so quiet
Lying in the evening grass -
I hear an ant fart!
Change is a joker
Not frozen in the puddle
Like the other cards.
The full moon last night
bathed my family in joy –
we slept peacefully.
Warm breeze blows today
Gentle sun burns bright up high
As the weeds flourish
pink cherry blossoms-
losing their battle to cling
paints an old man’s sky
old pine cone rolling
past the golden trout lily
just opening up
wet bark glistening
drowsy roots now stir and stretch
sidewalk cracks again
Leaf falls
child sleeps
…..spring dreams!
tiny lions pounce
on fleeing prey that they dwarf
practicing their skill
moonbeams cast shadows
may lovers embrace entwined
under landmark oak
worn old maple tree
peg by peg children climb up
secret hiding place
frozen fish eyes search
beams of sunlight thaw the ice
tail swishes at last
breakfast again
the salmon on my bagel
just swam upstream
In a slow rain/
a chill until the drops glow/
sun sparkles everything new/
on hands and knees
clearing winter debris
bugs now uncovered scatter
early morning light
grass wet with dew
sand hills scream
Rain clouds roll away
Leaving me in the garden
So many damn weeds!
mixed snow and sun
the distant mountain
is melting like my pain
The first warm rain
upon the suburban landscape
comes the smell of worms
I would like to know if this contest is still going on and how do I enter? Thanks
White apple blossoms
explode on fuji branches
verdant emptiness
California winter rain
Brings life to the sun-drenched soil
Spring colorfully bursts forth
California winter rain
Brings life to the sun-drenched soil
Spring colorfully bursts forth
California winter rain
Brings life to the sun-drenched soil
Spring colorfully bursts forth
The summer sun has set
The song no longer has any words
Yet the melody lingers on.
© 2012 T. M. Schoenhofer