Pot of Gold #haiku #poem

 

Kristjaan Panneman takes a look at Kanshicho form of Haiku with Carpe Diem Haiku Kai:

“I will look at the separate “onji” of “Kanshicho” now and than I will try to explain what Kanshicho was meant to be.

Kan -> means: perception, expression

Shi -> means extravagance, pride, poetry

Cho -> means frivolity, number, butterfly
Kanshi -> means Chinese poetry

As I place those meanings together than Kanshicho means:

A poem in the Chinese way that expresses the extravagance and pride of the poet with the frivolity of the flight of a butterfly. And than Kanshicho starts to come to life. It’s an expression of something which is seen by the poet, a moment as short as the sound of a pebble thrown in to water, in which he/she sees the extravagant beauty  and pride of nature. That extravagance beauty is caught in a three lined verse with the frivolity, (in my opinion frivolity means “not strings attached, free”) of the flight of a butterfly.”

So here’s my shot at unconventional frivolous haiku:

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I’ll never let go

rainbow caresses my cheek

your smile in my hands

Meaningless #poetry

petals in the snow

The words sung in a song

conveying 3 minutes of trite

something like

“you looked in my eyes

now its all gone wrong”

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Wish washy

touch of your hand

electricity is spent

replaced with a sign says  “vacant”

over your heart

*

words you once said

attached to a laughter

we were writing love’s chapter

pages are dispersed

and driven over

during the evening rush hour

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yes,it all meant something once

the roses, the wine, romance

the moonlight dance

where we promised…

that was before

it all froze in the snow

 

Can’t Last Forever #haiku #Fiction

black and white bound heart
seeking for relief
aching of a broken heart –
love isn ‘t forever
 
© Chèvrefeuille

 

 

“Analyze that Haiku “#2 gives us the opportunity to look around the  above haiku 360  degrees and tell its story so here goes:

It had been a long summer. Nights never cooled below 100 and my coffee ground skin was always in some state of pealing. You had  loved caressing that skin once or had it just been a mirage. Had I made myself believe that you couldn’t catch a wave the same way without me, that the crisp mountain air was dull when we couldn’t chase the fall leaves, and winter nights together well you said they took your breath away. My heart peals back revealing layer after layer of pain. When will I get to the end of you and memories…? This desert heat is more constant than your love even it can’t last forever.

 

… and then write a haiku:

hot nights

your shoes wait at the door

cold memories

Thanks to Kristjann Panneman for the prompt and inspiration.