A haiku is a form of poem, originally from Japan. It has three lines, with seventeen syllables, in a 5-7-5 pattern, and is meant to be read in one breath. Traditionally, haiku poetry drew from the natural world, or abstract concepts, for its subject matter and the haiku poet focussed on a brief instant in time, or sudden observation. There were other rules too, but I think that’s the basic idea. A modern haiku does not necessarily keep to the form.
I’ve been trying to write a haiku or two today.
Crazed bumblebee, he
hurls himself at glass, at last
the open window.
flings himself at glass;
at last, a window.
You get my drift. Enough already about glass and windows.
One of my cousins was cremated in Scotland this morning. I’ve always felt, but rarely articulated it, that the end of life deserves a proper fanfare. A summing up and a sending off. These sorts of goodbye gatherings aren’t possible right now. I’ve been trying to write a haiku or four today.
a cremation; no mourners –
a life extinguished.
No funeral so
sixty seconds of silence;
respect for a life.
Just sixty seconds,
leave me these to sit silent –
one minute, one life.
mourning; one minute’s silence –
separate respects .
This afternoon the sky is darkening. Rain is promised and the air feels heavy. I’ve chatted to an old friend in Cardiff; we’ve done a little gardening, a little paperwork and now the arthritic spaniel is fast asleep in the office next to us. It’s a day of disjointed moments, conflicting emotions…but yes, the bumblebee did escape unscathed.