Monday One Stop Poetry Form - Haiku Guest poet Shashidhar Sharma

Welcome to a New Year and a new feature for One Stop Poetry. On One Stop Form, we seek to introduce you to the elements of poetic form. There are many styles that fit into form; style being like an individual signature. The form is the structure preceding the style. We all have our favorite form which we often adopt because it is what we feel comfortable with. We would love to encourage you to explore different poetry forms over the weeks and months to come. We will spend the first "session" describing the poetic form and the second week will be a time for the individual poet to do exercises with the form. Please have fun as we learn together!


I'm Moondustwriter ~we are going to look at Haiku today with the help of my very humble friend Shashidir. We are looking at what sets Haiku apart. What is the best way to learn a poetic form? You can sit in a lecture hall and have someone write out all the rules or you can learn by reading the work of others and hopefully be inspired by their work. 

Join Shashi and One Stop Poetry as he looks with us at Haiku

Haiku – The essence of a poetic moment

Look at that warbler –

He’s wiping his muddy feet

All over plum blossom

- Issa 1762 – 1826

Now close your eyes and look at that warbler…

The above poem by Kobayashi Issa expresses an almost brutal comic contrast and describes a poetic moment so vividly that one could almost see it through Issa’s eyes even after centuries have passed.

In this feature, I would like take you on to a journey of exploring the world of Haiku and hope that it excites you enough to read, write and explore more of this form. No, I am not going to give you the rules, the traditional Haiku writing method or even tell you how to write Haiku. My dear friend Gerald in the previous post of “One stop Form” has so beautifully explained it all. But I am going to take you along with me on a journey…

The Journey

My journey started with the two Haiku below in 80’s… the first one is, one of the most celebrated Haiku.

Old Pond

A frog jumps in.

The sound of water

- Basho (1644-94)

Suicide's Note

____________

The calm,

Cool face of the river

Asked me for a kiss.

- Langston Hughes (1902-1967)

These two Haiku are still etched in my mind. It touched me so deeply that I started exploring more and more… from then onwards; it was a journey to know Haiku and in turn, to know my inner self. Haiku is something that distills my thoughts, puts that thought in visual perspective and leave it in my mind to contemplate later – consciously or sub-consciously.

The Path

The natural beauty forms much of the early Japanese poetry influenced by Shinto religion with its focus on spirituality as the essence of nature. Probably, below is the first of the poem by Prince Shiki, that lead to Haiku in present form.

Bracken sprouts

Above the stream that

Rushes over rocks.

Spring is here!

- Prince Shiki (668 – 716 CE)

There after, on to a tradition of personal expressions like this one below from a famously beautiful and proud 9^th century woman poet Ono no Komachi

No one minded that

The flowers’ beauty faded.

And I saw myself in the world grow old

As the rain went on falling.

- Komachi

Its interesting to note how some of the images that are portrayed thousands of years ago, can almost be the same as some of the later poets portrayed

I come home to our room

On the far side of our bed

Lies her wooden head-rest.

- Hitomaro (8^th Centuary)

It pierces my heel

As I walk in the bedroom:

My late wife’s comb.

- Buson (1716 – 83)

The classical poems were known as Waka meaning ‘Japanese poem or song’ in the 9^th century which were mainly of two types – a long form called Choka and a short form known as Tanka. This short form became Japan’s most popular and aristocratic form. Governing syllable length and subject matter, classical poetic conventions dictated the language of Tanka. Slowly the poets began to introduce common language like ordinary speech, Chinese, street talk, slang, Buddhist terminology and even obscenity into collectively written verses known as Renga. In this form, the separate stanzas in Renga were 31 syllable Tanka, the first and second parts of which comprised 17 and 14 syllable. A typical Renga session might last for hours with small group of men (usually men) gathered around an experienced poet and collectively write poems, some times hundred verses long. These separate verses were linked by a subject, emotions or imagery. Here is one such example of the start of Renga session, jointly composed by Basho and his disciples.

Even the hawk’s feathers

Have been smothered by a passing shower

Of early winter rain

- Kyorai

Ruffled by a gust of wind

Dead leaves come to rest again.

- Basho

… and so on

The opening 17 syllable stanza was known as Hokku which, later19^th Century poet, Shiki gave the name as Haiku (which denotes a free standing autonomous Hokku poem).

The Haiku is generally divided into two parts standing in contrast or reversal to each other. A poem might start with a traditional image such as cherry blossom, full moon or dew and then re-focus to a lower perhaps clashing image. A seasonal word (Kigo) was another prescriptive component of Haiku. Other rules underlined the subtler aspects of Haiku. If classical correctness could be ‘lowered’ to let in descriptions of ordinary life, it was, said Basho, important to ‘correct’ the ordinary, imbuing it with poetic exaltation (Fuga). In turn Fuga has to be used to express important ideas: the spiritual wealth within modest and simple things (Wabi); beauty, mystery and elegance (Yugen) as in the example below

Stillness and solitude –

Sinking into stones,

The trill of cicadas

- Basho

And melancholy sadness and tranquility (Sabi and Shori)

On a withered branch

A crow has settled.

Nightfall in autumn.

- Basho

Or in the spirit of poetic madness (Fukyo)

Let me show you,

You market people,

This hat filled with snow.

- Basho

And sometimes in shockingly comic ‘lightness’ (Karumi)

A bush warbler

Leaves its droppings on the rice cake

At the edge of the veranda.

-Basho

The Milestones…

After Basho, there have been many great poets who took Haiku to the greater heights …

Buson

The bite of my axe.

Sudden revelation –

There is life in this tree!

... Buson accepts his death quietly in this farewell poem

White plum blossoms,

Night turns to dawn –

The time has come

Kobayashi Issa

This mushroom is

Deadly. And, of course,

It’s also pretty

Masaoka Shiki

A river in summer

There’s a bridge here, but

My horse prefers water

Kaikyo

With useless authority

The great horned owl

Sits moon-eyed in daylight

Etsujin

I envy the tomcat:

How easily he lets go of

Love’s pain and longing

Ranran

The child cries at her breast.

And the mosquito also bites

The sleeping mother

Senna

With ink-stained lips,

The boy leaves his poem

For the cool outdoors

The Travelers on the Path…

In my long experience with the form I have come across many beautiful poets and it will be great to explore them but here I would like to give some examples from our friends here at One Stop Poetry…

The moon hears your words

Breeze brushing against me

Speaking to my heart

 - Leslie Moon

Clouds veil summer light

The sound of rain distant rise

Shadowed flames leaking.

-Chris Galford

Snowflakes tumble down

Dancing like girls in blue skirts

Frosted with wonder

- Claudia Schoenfeld

Tiger cloud eats light

Then races across the sky

Leaving sun behind

- Gay Cannon

Each one beautifully portraying a poetic moment as a complete thought, image or emotion. Basho - acknowledged as the supreme master of Haiku, said to his Zen Teacher “Haiku are description of what is happening at a particular ‘haiku moment’. Creating vivid images, each haiku paints a unique and dramatic scene that expresses emotions and some times, a philosophical thought to be contemplated upon, from the natural or social world. Basho also emphasized sincerity and seriousness – the poetic truth of words, pointing to higher reality.

I am not a Haiku expert or even claim to be a Haiku writer but I firmly believe that everything that comes from the heart in a flash of insight is Haiku. Holding on to that seed and then putting words around it in order to paint a picture; to make it a complete thought that makes readers to reflect upon it, is what I feel is ‘writing’ Haiku.

I hope this feature has given you an urge to explore more. Hold on to your thoughts and insight that gets manifested in your heart by nature, or moment in the present, or an emotional experience and then write few words around it and see if you can paint a picture with words.

I sign off with my words around the seed “From consciousness to supreme consciousness”

Under my feet

Road disappeared

Am I the destination? 

- Shashi

ॐ नमः शिवाय

Om Namah Shivaya


Thanks to  my  friend Shashi for a personal look at Haiku.
Our challenge to you is to create a Haiku in one or both forms. If you want to take a shot at the classic form be our guest. You may feel more comfortable writing in the  more individual style. Where ever  you are comfortable we want you to feel free to practice your haiku writing and share here through Mr. Linky. I'm going to take a shot at the more classic it's been decades since I tried.


Next Monday we will be striking out on another path of poetic form. Hope you have enjoyed the intro to Haiku.

For more information check out our Feature of Shashidhar Sharma and or go to his Blog you can also find him on twitter @verseeveryday

Sources: Classic Haiku, Wikipedia
Frog  by  Peter Harrison http://www.flickr.com/photos/devcentre/811252409

Path by  Sol Young http://www.flickr.com/photos/solyoung/3563137285 
Comb by Veronika Brazdova http://www.flickr.com/photos/veronika_brazdova/3246201512/
 The last three photos belonging to Moondustwriter  were shot with an iphone

Moondustwriter's Thursday - Featuring More Fall Poetry Finalists

One Stop Poetry Features Finalists from the Fall Poetry Competition “Through a Child’s Eyes”

Have you ever gone out into a garden in the dead of winter and found an unexpected flower blooming? I feel this way at One Stop Poetry. I am constantly being astounded at the beautiful writing and talent of the poets we have the honor of featuring. Here are two of those talents. Ninot Aziz and Shashidhar Sharma entered the fall poetry competition and were finalists. Their poetry submissions are below.

If you have  not already read the winner's poem, we want to remind you to go to Spark Bright Magazine and read our Renee Sigel's poem.

Ninot Aziz was one of One Stop Poetry's fall competition finalists. I'm giving you a tiny peek into her life as a poet because we want to come back and do a feature after her book comes out.

Born in Tasmania, Australia - she is a Malaysian living in Kuala Lumpur.
Her family: husband and five daughters are the joy of her life
" that was why this poem was a joy to do - it was
inspired by my 5 girls. Poetry is like breathing to me, it came naturally - I was 11 when I  wrote my first poem , it was on Florence Nightingale. Now I am trying my hand at Malay pantun and French poetry too."

"Now, the added bonus of doing poetry is because the poet blogsphere is such a wonderful community!"

Sleepy Eyes Wide Awake

Mirror mirror

Dancing reflection

Dame Margot perfection

Aquamarine towels

Wrapped tightly

Mermaid tail deep sea

Upside-down table

A chug chug boat

In a castle's moat

Dreamland eyes

Standing poles

Prepping up white sheets

Mountain high peaks

Kitty cat

By the kitchen stand

A panther on Lost Island

Swirling clouds

Kissed by sunset

Cotton candy fete

Playtime eyes

One Stop Poetry would like to congratulate Ninot as she also has a book coming out this month.

My first published book published locally on Malay legends was FROM

THE WRITTEN STONE , now, FROM THE GATHERING is due out in December -

the latest entitled HIKAYAT - From The Ancient Malay Kingdom is due

out in 2011.

www.poemsbyninotaziz.blogspot.com
www.pantundanselokaninotaziz.blogspot.com
www.lapoesieparninotaziz.blogspot.com

Shashi was one of our four finalists and is no stranger to One Stop Poetry. I am enclosing an excerpt from a recent interview. You are welcome to read more about Shashi in that One Stop Spotlight.

Why did you start writing poetry?

Shashi: "I started writing poetry and blogs through very interesting but slow development. Being born in a Brahmin (the priest class) family at a place (located near Buddha’s Nirvana Place as well as one of the most holy city in India, Varanasi) spirituality was in my blood, if I can say so...

...This inner journey needed an expression externally. Hence, I started writing my thoughts—first on the personal blogs and then later on publically, in order to give body to my thoughts, experiences, and learning; which I can go back to, to relive, re-learn, re-collect. In the beginning, I started taking pictures, but then they were inadequate as they gave those powerful places, nature, emotions a body but not the soul. So I started writing poetry, free form of Haiku’s, my thoughts, etc..."

Butterfly

Look, there she is, there on the window pane

A new friend from the dreams last night

As she promised to teach me how to fly

In sunshine and in rain

She is bright and beautiful, pinker than my ma’s cheek

Her wings have so many colors

Like the rainbow I painted last summer, for Pa’s Birthday

Before he left for the war, to make money for us to eat

Tell me butterfly, how does one eat money?

How does one go to the war?

I don’t want Pa to go to the war; I don’t want any money to eat;

You know, whenever I hug him, I don’t feel hungry at all

Oh! Butterfly, why are you flying away - so far?

Out side, the day is still full of light; sure you can wait a little more?

Ma will be back soon, from her nightshift, and will let you in

Don’t you see, I can not; I am in the bed, too sick to unlatch the window bar

Butterfly, my dear Butterfly, you have teach me how to fly

I promised Pa - a hug tonight, I know where he “wars” now;

Ma showed me the other night, when she cried

 “There, Kalina, there he is, the Evening Star”

You know Butterfly; I love him so much,

Much more than I love Ma,

Really! You must teach me to fly, as I have to go now

You see, my Ma does not even smile much

@Shashi Oct, 2010

contact information for Shashi

There is a book in the works for Shashi as well.
'Kalina', a book of poems, about an young girl, and her love, yearnings and life in
Greece.