Time for another poetic form challenge!
This time around, we’ll write the hay(na)ku. This form was developed by Eileen Tabios and named by Vince Gotera. The rules are simple, which makes the poem fun to write (click here to read the original post).
Here are the rules:
- 3-line poem
- First line has one word
- Second line has two words
- Third line has three words
As in previous challenges, the poet who writes the hay(na)ku that I like best will be featured in a future issue of Writer’s Digest magazine (most likely the January 2012 issue). In fact, I might be able to squeeze a few entries in, since the form is so concise. Poets should paste their poems in the comments below; I will not accept submissions by any other means–or attached to any other posts.
The deadline for the hay(na)ku challenge is August 28, 2011, at 11:59 p.m. (Atlanta, GA time). That means you have roughly three weeks to write three lines. Now get poeming!
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Fiesty epilogue delivered,
Consumed by
ape.
Zoology
Yields. Xanax
Wakes victim up.
With
this ring,
I, thee wed.
At
the table,
bow your head.
Give
us this
day our daily
bread.
Once spoken
it’s been said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
[multiple hay(na)ku]
hay(na)ku -
a haiku
or a sneeze?
Gale,
a wind
quite full blown.
Love it!
Serenity
is peace
with volume muted.
Obstacles
of life
challenge the heart.
Death
has no
rival, but life.
Words-
fateful threads
woven through history.
Entropy
remains constant
beyond our demise
Annie’s
birds have
died. Unexpected freeze.
Stalker.
Eerily watching.
Careful, with love.
Oh
my gosh!
There’s Santa Claus!
Mightier
than the
sword: the pen
Butterfly
flutter by
in iridescent flight
Honk!
Angry cars
Going nowhere fast
Cute one … very expressive!
Reminds me of the LA Freeways and practically every intersection in NYC.
I like this!!
missile
perfectly aimed -
strike three call
Nice change-up!
amber
follows gold
segues to winter
love
peaches
uncorked wine
words
not syllables
I’m in error
Good save, Ellie! LOL!
You
call it
Texting While Driving –
one hand steering,
other gripping
pen,
scribbling
first lines
of a poem
on a scrap
of old
paper,
catching
my inspiration
on the road.
Awesome!
Awesome!
Light
cannot be
known without darkness.
Darkness
sheds light
on our perception.
Loneliness
Determined compassion
Connecting once again
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Truth:
Beauty is
As beauty does.
Now that’s so true. Well stated.
Survival:
The lies
We tell ourselves.
Straddling
the abyss
Means spiraling down
Weary
of life
riding razor’s edge
Whoa – this is taking me places I didn’t expect to go … think maybe I’ve played with this form enough for now … interesting though …
Great poems, but LOVE the eye!!!!!
drought
lawn mower
scentless dust haze
Ask
Just ask
And ask justly
abscent
your smell
absent your voice
=) !
tweak
staid gravity
tickle fate’s ear
spiraling
purple crescents
moon wrapped shoulders
Hide
your face,
storm-painted sky.
We crave thunder,
not daylight,
today.
The second looks like a reflection of the first, Joseph.
Love the reverse form, Joseph.
I used a similar theme for a poem last year, but this seemed like a fun form to revisit it:
Six-word Spoilers
Rosebud’s
Kane’s sled –
who’d have thought?
Vader
tells Luke:
“I’m your father.”
Norman
slashes folks
dressed as Mom.
Heston
finds ruined
Statue of Liberty.
Shrink,
Dr. Malcolm,
is a ghost.
Date-
night shocker –
Dil’s a man!
Devious
suspect – Verbal
is Keyser Söze.
What’s
Soylent Green?
Yuck! It’s people!
These are great fun, Bruce.
I can’t BELIEVE you Rosebudded all my favorite movies! BAD boy. Ha ha, love how you got them in this form. “Who is Keyser Soze?” Spacey’s best performance.
Rain
Gentle Rinse
Feels So Good
One,
Two, Three,
Makes a Community
Spice
Brings Joy
To My Tastebuds
Cart
Before Horse
Means Extra Work
Love it!
Tail
Wags Dog
Usually Means Accident
Go
Go Inward
Light Streams Outward
Writers
one vein
tell-tale heart.
Hush!
Silence, please…
… a poem’s born!
Nice.
=)
Behold!
{{{{{{ Drum roll }}}}}}
Beat you all!
rising
at dawn
to catch you
sundown …
the shimmer
beyond the bay
Pipes;
my muse
with a melody!
Definitely!
Poetry
in motion
gifts the Muse.
Love
for everyone
for all eternity.
Silence.
Sweet serenity.
Greater than golden.
Decide
which one.
Want or need.
Life
Precious commodity
Gifted not earned
Mamihlapinatapai
Confused looks
Waiting and wishing
Peace
Always desired
Rarely brought forth
Doing
Taking action
Better than trying
Yeah! ^^
Heaven’s
only a
whisper away… Listen.
Now…
an instant
or an eternity?
Future…
an illusion
just outa reach.
Our
future quickly
becomes our past.
Life
is time
quickly zooming by.
Love
blurs flaws
the eyes see.
I love it! So true.
Yup!
Future…
an illusion
just beyond reach.
Memories
Snapshots of
Life and times
Life’s
too short
to sweat it.
Fools
Masquerade in
Wisdom’s ill-fitting clothes.
Nice! =)
Wise
Men know
They are fools.
Oh, Robert, this is addictive.
London
fires erupt.
Blame the bakers.
Summer
ends tomorrow.
Alert the weather.
Announced
your divorce:
Changed Facebook profile.
I agree Nancy, this is very addictive.
Love all three of yours.
Yep…it sure is!
Second (or third) that motion!
snow
falling down
white wedding dress
politics
will never
come between us
withered
her skin
crackles like leaves
Pi:
Small slice
of PiZza
Eat
your peas.
Love, Your Mom.
“There
is no
try.” – Yoda
Where’s
your gum?
It’s…oh. Ew.
It’s
okay.
I like dirt.
Does
this make
me look fat?
fire
London
burns with rage
Ooops – I made the same mistake. Words! (Not syllables.)
Well, a couple of mine still work, (Heavy sigh.)
Here’s two more (which are also on today’s prompt page):
Music Class
School
of fish
swims in tuna.
###
“What
is your
favorite subject?” “Recess!”
###
Aggregate,
Bouncy canine,
Dodgy echo fogs.
Gold,
Horseshoe iris,
Jovial killer lemmings.
Single
bay calling,
Empty beach stalling.
These are also on my blog, which mentions a bit about the form and gives a link back to Poetic Asides. Hope my formatting worked here as well as it did on my blog! Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/08/10/haynaku-a-fun-little-form/
As Seen On TV
Drug
It’s new!
Ask your doctor
Squandered
Money
is wasted
on the rich
Like a Mighty Stream
Justice
is ensured
only through action
Jesus, Gandhi, King
Peace
cannot flourish
without unconditional love
Mel Gibson’s Passion
Jesus
was not
an action figure
America
Hatred
is not
the new Normal
All poems © 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
Amy – you totally rock! [I laughed, I cried and I spoke in tongues – all because of you!) ☼
Spoke it tongues? Just don’t start handling snakes or I’ll be completely weirded out!! Love you, wild child.
Love ‘em all! =)
Name that Movie
Mawwiage,
that dweam
within a dweam.
PRINCESS BRIDE!!!!!!!!
LOL
Oh, I thought Elmer Fudd finally got laid!
Genesis 1
In
the beginning,
God created everything.
And
He called
all creation good.
Collect
stuff quick,
dispose of forever.
plunging
through darkness
light becomes light
Poetry,
like food,
must be digested.
Ditto! =)
plunging
through darkness
light becomes light
reposted with my whole name, which some of you will recognize – Hi, everyone!
Hands
entwine, while
desperate bonds unravel.
Sit
down, shut
up, and listen.
Why God gave us two ears and one mouth. Loved this, Shannon!
Like!
Words
whispered weave
webs worth wandering.
Once
upon a
time in Greece
an
american caught
writer’s block disease
bought
a ticket
flew back home
and
wrote one
hundred thousand poems
Cute! Love it!
This one’s for my 5 year old niece, a very silly piece…
Faith
moves mountains
strong little girl
^^
This one’s for my 5 year old niece, a very silly piece…
Faith
moves mountains
strong little girl
^^
Faith
moves mountains
strong little girl
(for my 4 year old baby niece)
^^
Faith
moves mountains
strong little girl
(for my 4 year old baby niece) ^^
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notice
all is
contained within small
donates
her time
while that lasts
Justice Prevails
Culprit
running fast
not fast enough
The Ol’ Family Tree
Your
branch is
the crazy side!
Your
branch is
the ugly one.
Love it! Laughed out loud.
Wow, these describe my mom’s family AND my dad’s. But ugly on the inside. Had to laugh, but it’s true!!
mehndi
stains peacocks
into my skin
*None of these are related to each other, just so you know!*
Girls,
think before
choosing your men.
Love,
Eying you
Stimulates the heart.
Abandoned.
You traverse
an empty heart.
ignorance speaks
loudly.. nothing
secret remains
ARS POETICA
Word
obsession: every
day a poem.
Squirrel,
oak tree,
hawk – a poem.
Always
carry pen,
pencil, and words.
Poppy
cracks through
concrete: a poem.
Finding meaning in everyday occurrences… you have the soul and temperament of a poet, Taylor. Nicely done.
Post
User name
Not on file
This
Poet cannot
Figure out changes
Writing
New poem
Will post again
red
swirl eye
circles ever watching
Quiet
still, breathing
her heart waits.
Poem
pregnant pause
waiting to exhale.
Writer
waits, wanting.
Words wander home.
Wings–
fluttering, you–
rhythmed inside me
Robert- Is there a limit on the number of hay(na)ku we can submit? I seem to remember it was 3 at one point, but the link to the original post explaining the rules seems to be broken, and I can’t find it again. I can write limitless numbers of these– that’s why I ask.
Thanks!
Cara Holman
Two more:
#1
soaring
above clouds
above it all
#2
descending
into evening
the hawk’s shadow
– Cara Holman
twinkle
little sensor
light/ stars /light
a hay(na)ku of longing
desire?
just this:
to know myself.
Oooh, De. The magic is there, and your deft touch.
AFTER YEARS…
Dog
knows me.
Does my husband?
This cracks me up. =D
Farmer
weeps handling
scorched corn husks
———————————-
Children
starving, die
abandoned in Somalia
———————————–
Afraid
of risk
she chooses confinement
—————————————
Lies
told often
become his truth
——————————-
With
trembling hand,
she raises teacup
—————————–
Balanced
now, she
opts for life
———————–
Sixteen,
pregnant, terrified
of abortion’s retributions
————————————-
Egg-shaped
flesh formed,
foreboding his fate
——————————-
Storm
brewed, rumbling
like empty bellies
—————————-
Waited
clutching purse,
forlorn and forgotten
——————————
Petaled
eyelids
drooped on sunflower
drooped in death
Love the storm piece.
Thanks, J.
Such
an intricate
doily comprises reality.
Reality as an intricate doily. So telling, as the time it takes to tat a doily is impressive, as is the time it takes to create meaningful reality. Thanks, Daniel.
plus,
I love
the word “doily”
(7 more)
Love
Endures All
Even thru pain
Knowledge
Understanding truth
Accepting nothing less
Prayer
Bended knees
Two way communication
Lines
Don’t cross
Stand on them
Arms
For hugging
Not for fighting
Grace
Freely given
Enough for everyone
Landmines
Planted everywhere
Step with caution
By Michael Grove
Antigone
Antigone.
When love,
Becomes a criminal.
About Her
She.
Ran away
Again and again.
She.
Became what
She feared most.
Face
Up to
Your created illusion.
Pain.
Stops you
At the crossroads.
Take
Heart from
Your sincere empathy.
Take
Hold of
Your greatest fear.
Make
Fear bend
To your will.
rolling
ocean whitecaps
illuminated by moonlight
calm
inhale. exhale.
beginnings breathe possibility
babies -
full of
piss and wind
serendipity
beautiful word
rhymes with zippity!
love
is a
four letter word
Lambs
Rejoice. Meadows
Promise new everything.
Lambs
rejoice—meadows
promise new everything.
DA
Oops.
Human error.
Just once, please.
There
They’re, their
Wings broken there.
POETIC DISCOURSE
It
would have
been enough – one
nod of the
head, a
greeting.
But
this poem
you wrote to
catch me in
an image
so
I
have to
answer in kind –
what sweet conversation
between near-
strangers.
Suddenly
we are
best word-friends.
STORM MUSIC
Quartet
for wind
instruments and rain.
Ode to my baby niece
Faith
moves mountains…
Strong little girl!!!
Poets
Ink mates
Prisoners of words
The reason
Justice
is blind…
Healthcare in America
Wrote
some words
Called it poetry
“Words”
got mad
and clobbered me
Left
for dead
beaten and sore
I
don’t dare
do it anymore
Poetic
Asides, I’ve
bills to pay
Don’t
slam the
door on poets
Did
you ever
ride a camel?
I
sure did!
Was quite annoyed
Wasn’t
great to
mount that mammal
It
gave me
nothing butt hemorrhoids
‘nothing butt hemorrhoids’ – brilliant!
Thanks!
waterfall
the bath
has overflowed again
following
faded footprints
in the sand
winter
waiting for
her last breath
summer
in Britain
it’s raining again
sex
without love
is second rate
but if desperate
I’d take
it!
Me 3. LOL
Cheetos
little fingers
what a mess!
I hadn’t heard that word “cheetos” in ages. Love this!
Thanks!
Stress
a dress
I often wear
and wish I
could take
off
Dying
in front
of your eyes
and you don’t
seem to
notice
Dogs, you folks have been busy already. Such a fun form! You’re right, Nancy, addictive. Don’t know if we needed titles, but I did them anyway.
Buoyed
“Fat
Floats” became
Her swim-time mantra.
Campground
Laughter
Echoes through
The over-arching trees.
Tweaks
Failures
Offer chances
For vision adjustment
Sunday Mornings
Sanctuary
Stained glass
Colors the sunlight.
Reading
Good writing
Makes me smile
Questions
Open hearts
To treasure mystery.
Illness
Makes me
Question life’s purpose
Rehearsal
Instrumentless
He plays
His toothy smile
cats
and dogs
it’s raining again
funeral
no black
she loved colour
singing
our song
at her funeral
the Royal Wedding –
William and
Kate,
her
beautiful dress,
Pippa’s shapely derriere
Alzheimers
only fragments
of memory remain
Sleeplessly
Awaiting you
In my dreams
Treasures
Buried deep
In Faith’s soul
Developmentally
Becoming one
With my stomach
Child’s best friend
Go with
Bubbles
Destin
Determined by
Choices and decisions
Controversy
Over the
Payment of alimony
# 3 is my fave! You guys, this is my niece. Welcome to PA, pretty! <3
Second to last one the first word should be destiny
Short-
term memory
shot – short poems.
MIDSUMMER NIGHT
Moon
walks our
deck – what dreams!
First Date
Kissing
me gently
on my neck,
nibbling
and sucking,
a slight nip -
his
fangs flash
in the moonlight.
Watching
blood gush
like a geyser,
screaming
when I
realise it’s mine.
=0)
poems –
little snapshots
of deep feeling
Three more:
#1
hawks
catching thermals
slow moving clouds
#2
the
silence after
the word “malignant”
#3
unmoored…
the blur
of hummingbird wings
– Cara Holman
Baby
shower, I
welcome getting soaked
Writers
black, white
bohemian, wordsmith, ghost
Shake
milk, earth
where’s my mom?
cheating
husbands should
watch ‘Fatal Attraction’
My postings above remind me of this movie. =\
sexy –
Daniel Craig
in blue trunks
Putting one in from last November…because I like it…
Hay(na)ku
fist
meets face
red snow blossoms
text
double entendre
divorce court beckons
texting
morphs into
sexting — yes! yes!
sinner,
feel guilty –
end the affair
What a difference a couple of s’s make
sinner
feels guilty –
ends the affair
this is for the dog which died in the same helicopter crash which killed the Seals in Afghanistan earlier this month
dead
dog howls –
mourning its death
I did write several poems for the Seals and the crew of the bird which went down, they just couldn’t be shortened into a Hay(na)ku
circles
ripple out
from fallen tears
whiskers
tickle toes
as she sniffs
dancing
across darkness –
comets streak by
shadows
chase us
down the street
shadows
play across
my window shade
These are great! =)
OMG, how embarrassing!
Sorry, everyone! :\
Wives
Like
dead batteries
we’re often replaced
Like
old cars
for newer models
Thief
Stole
my heart
I pressed charges
Sorry, Jacqueline. I wasn’t sure which one you wanted, and I don’t seem to have the ability to delete comments once they are approved.
Nevermind, I figured it out.
Thank you kindly! =D
snapdragon
petals crumble
between careless fingers
devil
in disguise:
mother-in-law!
Leaf:
I,too,
am let go.
Make
me miss
you– go away.
Dogs
perfectly reflect
their owners’ energy.
Precision
allows conveying
more with less.
Without
resistance, there’d
be no flight.
Paint
a picture
worth staring at
honk
of traffic
the geese migrate
hungry?
chocolate good
sex is better!
This just in…
Writer’s
block devastated
by Irene’s wrath
I
ate a
poem by mistake
mistook
it for
angel food cake
some
poets thought
it a riot
another
starving artist
ruined her diet
(c) jh 8/28/11 10:04 pm.
Fib
White lie
Color is everywhere
Poems
Pour
down like
rain, brain’s flooded
In Blue
Funny
Me, that
Speaks in Blue
Will You?
Never
Will you
Know tomorrow, Today.
marry you
marry
not a
one, but you
RiGHT – wrong
measure
‘RiGHT‘, by
songs of ‘wrong’
Once Fallen
Once
Upon a
Time, we fell
missed
wonder
not, if
you are missed
Roommate Laughter
Make
Room, and
Laughter does Appear
1 x 1
time
comes once –
with no request
iron heart
stitched
in wrinkled
threads of absence