a haiku a day

I’ve set myself a new writing challenge and that’s to write a haiku every day for not the next year, as is the fashion with challenges like ‘I’m going to take a photograph every day/not drink for a year/try to drink only six three espressos a day/meditate every day’ (which is something I’m actively doing trying to do).

When I write haiku, I always manage to write more than one, so I’m hoping by the end of the year, I’ll have about 500 to put on flashcards to educate the community about poetry to publish into a collection, as well as my favourite medium haibun and tanka.

Haibun is form a Japanese prose that combines prose and haiku. It is highly descriptive; the writing is intense and the writing is followed by a haiku to kind of ‘settle’ the poem at the end. The haiku is like a breath; an exhalation so you can move onto the next.

Tanka is another form of Japanese poetry that has been rethought and modernised. It’s a classical genre of Japanese prose and traditionally means ‘short poem’, and is slightly different to the haiku. Here are the haiku I wrote yesterday at Blackstar …


Bland mother

takes child walking

over asphalt.


Thin boned blue wigged girl,

ankles clanging as she

skips across the black.


Blued shirted, perspiring man

speaks with a young Serbian.

They are new friends.


Driftwood from citrus.

Mandarin I can’t taste,

so bruised, I forget.

8 thoughts on “a haiku a day

  1. Carly-Jay Metcalfe, LOVE this idea. I love the first one. I am obsessed with the idea of life really happening in ordinary moments but these moments almost always being overshadowed by grand threshold events. I think Haiku is absolutely beautiful. Makes me want to go outside of Kyoto, drink green tea and stare into space as I kiss my bliss. Love you. Love your work.


    1. I LOVE you Sarah Jane Ophelia Casey. These are all little slices of life – I absolutely adore haiku as a form. Let’s go tea drinking together and gaze at cherry blossoms xoxo


  2. “Driftwood from citrus.
    Mandarin I can’t taste,
    so bruised, I forget.”

    I like this one best … it supersedes the images, provokes other sensations (like taste, sell and pain), and then goes beyond it all to create a subtle sentiment hard to get any other way than in a poem. I hope you write more … good luck with this idea! 🙂


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