Haiku Conversation between Clíodhna Ní Aodáin and Peter Clarke
Clíodhna Ní Aodáin
Since my last page, Christmas and the festivities have come and gone. So we settle into the dreariness waiting for Spring to lift our spirits. Something unusual happened that is worth writing about here.
My niece, Clíodhna, home
from Switzerland had an unfortunate accident that necessitated a long afternoon and evening in A&E in Beaumont Hospital. It was a head injury so of quite a concern. Fortunately, there is no lasting damage but a long lingering discomfort of headache, exhaustion
and low mood.
In the course of waiting on a hard plastic chair and because I was texting to see how she was getting on, she wrote a Haiku describing the situation:
Beaumont waiting room
An ever-changing sea of
Slightly sick people.
She wrote a few more to ease the boredom. I took it upon myself to reply in Haiku also. So began a Haiku conversation that went on until she was sent home.
On the first day of the New Year, I had a text from her in which she challenged me to write
a Haiku a day for the year 2018. We started and to date we have written about 80 between us. It looks pretty impressive when put together in a single document.
The basic rule of Haiku is familiar to a lot of us. It’s a three line verse in a 5,7,5
syllable structure. It has been described as a “poem in which Nature in linked to human nature” (Haiku Society of America).
So here is a page on them. These were written when we added a new rule that the first word of a Haiku must be the
last word of the preceding one. I hope you enjoy them and share the blog if you like it. Clíodhna’s are in Roman and mine are in Italic.
Those Sunday mornings
created a new genre:
Haiku writing form created conversation that is like soul food
Food for the body is oft misrepresented as food for the soul
mates a rare gift when you find one hold on tight: a life companion
Companions are those Sacred beings that hold you When life gets rocky
Rocky starts normal the beginning of new life Happens
Too much great thinking our thoughts are now aligned for all eternity
Eternity for a child is fifteen seconds he can’t wait that long
Long have I waited for a new inspiration Thankfully it's here
Here is a very long explanation as to why I cannot - No!
No inclination to bring my son to school on Monday afternoons
Afternoons are sweet when mornings are filled with work Satisfying days
Days are filled with love and disorientation: Swings and roundabouts!
the driver when they are clear
A pleasant journey
20th January 2018
Journey to the deep
dark recesses of my soul
where I find nothing
Nothing is a good
place to start to a bright future
uncluttered by past
I'm a big fan of these Haikus, especially: "Eternity for a child is fifteen seconds he can’t wait that long"
It was a real pleasure to meet you at the RNCM on Wednesday Peter!
Past is sweet in the eyes of a rainbow
Congratulations to you both on sustaining such a difficult challenge and with such good results. I like the rule and I love how it works with the word 'Eternity'.
Late night Haiku lines Weaving words of blood lines true Bright moon smiles with me
Extraordinary! Brilliant. More!
Interesting rumination How long does it take to write one of these ?
25.11 | 22:15
Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.
07.11 | 11:14
A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there
06.11 | 16:24
A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.
06.11 | 15:59
Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.
In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.