I am not a fan of poetry. I read the occasional verse, and like some of it; The Rime of the Ancient Mariner not withstanding; which I hated when I read it as part of the school syllabus. Can you guess I still hate it? It may have been the cause of my not touching anything poetic with a 10 foot pole. Digressions  apart, I am in awe of people who write sensible verse. It takes genius, and guts to do that.

Another branch of that writing family was shown me recently. Haiku has been around for eons, and even I have read the occasional haiku many times, without really getting it. 3 lines composed of ungrammatical sentences which maybe a five year old just teething on the language could have written? That’s Haiku? That’s art? Not my cup of tea. And then I discovered that probably, that was the case.

Probably it was written by a five year old. Maybe it was just bad haiku. It’s deliciously easy to write bad haiku, as I will demonstrate soon. Oops, that was a spoiler.

Good haiku is, well, beautiful. And it takes more of genius to write it. And it took this (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haiku_in_English) for me to change my opinion.

More specifically, quoted in the same article,

Whitecaps on the bay:
A broken signboard banging
In the April wind.
Richard Wright (collected in Haiku: This Other World, Arcade Publishing, 1998)

Which just took me to that scene right away.

So now, since you haven’t had enough prose to contend with on this blog, you will also see the occasional haiku here, in all it’s original and big bad glory.

Dear faithful reader(s) of so many years’ dedication, you are not going to let a few verses scare you away, are you?
Grimy shoes and socks —
Bare little feet
Is school over then?

And since I am making an effort to engage my readership and keep them involved, what’s your take on Haiku? Have you ever dabbled? Have you come across any good haiku which took your breath away? Do share.

Actually, my introduction to verse and haiku has been more via a post on her blog. I commented with my own balderdash there and she very kindly encouraged me by calling it free style poetry. From there it was just a hop and a skip over to haiku.