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Tenkara Path - "Pathnotes"'s avatar

Opium red waves

Heads dance a dream on the wind

Heads look up to sky

Tenkara Path - "Pathnotes"'s avatar

Edit as I go.

Knowing before I write words

Yes. Most of the time.

Lol. Well... I try mostly to do that... occasionally a new way of saying the line will come into view... potentially moving to the final line.

Claire Cayson's avatar

You are so kind.Please continue to send any information about haiku.It will be greatly appreciated. Peace and the joy you bring with your warmth and generous spirit. Claire

The Haiku Garden's avatar

Here's a link to a Wikipedia article that has a lot of info. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haiku Haiku On!

Claire Cayson's avatar

Sun seeds red pink faces

Wasteland of poppies corpse flower

Oozes yellow balm blind dreams

Thy take the seeds of sun

Roots of fore strings of a bow

Poppies red prayer blooms

OK I tried again.Tears cracked.

Do I ever get to vent?

SH$T, then more Sh$T

Tears for Claire

Christy's avatar

I love the color red so I find this appealing. Yes, sometimes you write haiku like huh. No I have to change that word

Jennifer Haddock's avatar

Oooh, I love seeing the edits!

Kathy-Musings From the Art Den's avatar

It’s wonderful to hear another’s process, thank you for sharing. I often do something similar, but as I’ve shared before, I also tend to write many versions from different aspects of things I think of. And here I’m doing it again… 😉

Poppies of old days

OG as I think of them

Simple red paper

On Flanders Field, red

poppies grow, swathing a path

so we remember

Crimson like the blood

of men who did not come home

so we remember

Papery roses

So delicate and yet so tough

Determined poppies

How they bloom each year

Poppies are as obstinate

as Austen novels

Obstinate bloom, red

as the blood they symbolize

Je me souviens

Obstinate bloom, red

as the blood they symbolize

I choose remembrance

Claire Cayson's avatar

Thank you for breaking down your process.Your sharing the work in progress was an enormous gift within concise movements of the haiku emergence.

Thanks beyond thanks.Peace and joy to you always.

Please continue illustrating the. Process. Claire