late winter – – haiku

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almost spring

in the cellar

onion sprouts

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My name is Janice.  I started blogging as Ontheland when I moved from Toronto to a rural area near Kingston, Ontario in Canada.  Over time I have found myself writing poetry, mostly in Japanese forms, such as haiku and haibun.  One of my deepest interests is the natural world: the joy of it and how we can look after it better.

13 thoughts on “late winter – – haiku”

      3. Hi…Upinvermont responded to your:
        My foot notices it first.
Getting wet’s a problem no more…
        (Just letting you know in case you don’t get a notification) Cheers 🙂

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  2. Okay, last one from me. 🙂 To pick up where haikuspot left off (and I have only the faintest notion as to how a Renga really works) the fifth “verse” is roughly supposed to be the moon position, but here goes and playing off the idea of haikuspot’s last line:

    waiting
    for her lover—the onions still make her
    cry

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    1. I know little about Renga myself. I have read a bit about linking and find the topic somewhat mind boggling…and I would imagine as you suggest that a mutual understanding of format whether classical or contemporary would help. The Haiku Foundation often runs a Renku Session on their website. I don’t think there is a current one but there is a link to the archives on the Home Page. Their approach has been to have a facilitator who has a map in mind and states the response parameters…anybody can submit and one response is chosen each time to move the Renga forward.

      Anyway, saying all that this experiment has been fun. I’ll write all the verses here with my last two lines:

      almost spring
      in the cellar
      onion sprouts

      change of plans
      a late February’s soup for dinner

      thunder
      a new pond
      down the lane

      my foot notices it first
      getting wet’s a problem no more

      waiting
      for her lover—
      the onions still make her cry

      first snowdrops
      open by the meadow

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      Thank you!

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