One can find many variations on haiku these days. Often these forms attempt to find a syllabic pattern that is more appropriate to English than Japanese. Today's poetry stretch takes the form of one of these variations.
The lune is a haiku variation invented and named by poet Robert Kelly. The lune, so called because of how the right edge is bowed like a crescent moon, is a thirteen syllable form arranged in three lines of 5 / 3/ 5 respectively.
(Adapted from The Teachers & Writers Handbook of Poetic Forms.)
You can try your hand at writing an instant lune or learn more about the form at Poetic Asides.
I wrote these lunes to get us started.
Lune #1
wings beating, whirring
hovering
sipping sweet nectar
Can you guess what I was watching when I wrote this?
Lune #2
watermelon days
rush headlong
toward pencils, books, desks
I suppose none of us can escape this one. I, for one, can't wait!
I hope you'll join me this week in writing a lune. Please share a link to your poem or the poem itself in the comments.
Crying in the night
ReplyDeleteGnashing teeth
Life with a new dog
Thank you for introducing me to the lune, Tricia. I loved watermelon days rushing...
ReplyDeleteAnd Jeff... Your poem brings back puppy time and how hard that can be! Hang in there.
Thank you for introducing me to the lune, Tricia. I loved watermelon days rushing...
ReplyDeleteAnd Jeff... Your poem brings back puppy time and how hard that can be! Hang in there.
I agree, watermelon days rushing is a beautiful depiction of childhood.
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dream wakes me—
ordinary day
left screen door open—
welcome fly,
share my summer day
two-year-old runs, falls
on green grass,
I fall beside her
rose-covered teacup,
sipping tea
with my grandmother
butterfly flitting,
defined by
next daisy, next rose
—Kate Coombs
Celebrate birthday--
ReplyDeleteCarrot cake
Makes us feel healthy
Wee, timorous mouse,
Robbie Burns
Doesn't help the fear.
Moon over the barn
hides the scars
of winds, storms, rains, years.
--©2015 Jane Yolen all rights reserved
Love moon over the barn - evocative depiction of the light concealing and illuminating.
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ReplyDeletethe neighbor’s roof tiles
when we squint
we’re back in Venice
last day of winter
still the snow
clings to the mountain
writing a letter
old fashioned
well before my time