Tried some haiku this morning because I haven’t for a while and think it is a good practice.
It’s really difficult to get that special moment or as Cartier Bresson called it ‘ that decisive moment’. But I do think it can help if you can write like a photographer. By that I mean is only describe what you see. Of course as a writer you can also put down what you hear, feel, and smell; use all the senses just don’t start interrupting, explaining …
One last thought. It doesn’t have to be perfect. These aren’t. I think one is quite good. Bit of a numbers game.
Oh and seeing as I’m talking pictures I thought I’d pop one in up top for colour.
Yesterda in Haiku
Gerald the cat
In his large saucer eyes
A questioning
Standing on the edge
Of a rippling pool
Waving not swimming
The banter
Flying back and forth
In the handball game
Cold water
There’s a bite
To the old girl’s massage
In the cubicle
A fresh old face
Talks temperature
After a cold swim
Taking the top seat
In the hot sauna
In the cafe clamour
The smell of burning toast
Diverts the chatter
The art of being
Sitting inside the mind
Of the home maker
A peace of Bach
And then with wine and beer
Sad songs of Rebetika
