A poet’s worst fear: We’re on our way to the grocery. You’re happily driving us along – grocery list in your shirt pocket under your sweater. I’d decided just to take my small coin clutch. We pass several blooming cherry trees. Just lovely! When you stop at a red light, I’m able to get a good view of a cluster of the cherry trees and think how Japanese and so beautiful they look. And then – sigh – the word Haiku came into my head! What? I don’t have my purse so I don’t have my small notebook or a pen. I don’t panic I simply begin saying a poem aloud. When I finish:
Me: That’s probably not a haiku but I can’t count and remember the words hmmmm.
You: And the form isn’t right.
Me: What?! Please don’t talk to me will you pass me the grocery list and your pen?
Eventually, you manage to and I write down the words:
Haiku For Now
I saw the cherry trees
and their soft pink petals I felt
falling into my heart. (EWI)
I’m counting the syllables and you’re pulling into the Trader Joe’s parking lot.
Me: Oh great! It’s a perfect 17 words. Hahaha. It’s a great poem but it’s not a haiku.
We both frown and do the grocery. I carefully guard the shopping list. When we got home, I fooled with the 17 words and got it down to 17 syllables. Yay me! And not only that but I think it really is quite possibly the first real haiku I’ve ever written. Goes like this:
Soft Pink Petals
I saw cherries bloom
and felt their soft pink petals
fall into my heart. (ellespeth)
I’m fairly certain – in my mind’s heart – that that is a haiku. Fairly…
Now I have to go help unpack grocery.