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Haiku

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Poetry is something I’ve always struggled with. It feels like being a good story teller would relate to good poetry with word choice and the way a statement flows when spoken, but that’s just not the case. I can get a rhythm, I can work with a particular rhyme structure… but it just never seems to come together.

Haiku seems to be the answer for me.

I read a little about the history of this poetic form in the book Japanese Death Poems. It’s a fascinating bit of history if you’re into something with a little bit of a dark tint. The form was massively celebrated during Japan’s history and has changed in form and format over time.

Still not something I’m going to ever be great at, but a form I can work with. Friends of mine got married this past weekend. One of the things happening at their reception was a haiku contest. While I know these poems won’t have the meaning to people reading here that they did to the couple, I felt it was worth posting them. Get outside your comfort zone now and then. Try something different. Write a poem…

You told a story
of the man in the past – it
was always a skirt

We visit the bar
then elevator roulette
who really won?

Less Traveled

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Poetry has always been something that has given me fits. I hated studying it when I was in school. I was forced to attempt my own poetry. Thankfully all of those creations have been lost to time. I’m certain they were terrible. I’m certain they were terrible not because I failed to take the exercise seriously (like the student in Dead Poets Society who wrote about a cat) but precisely because I took them very seriously. I have no doubt they were beyond terrible.

Looking back it’s easy to regret my failure to connect with poetry. One of the most acclaimed American poets once lived down the road from my house. He taught at the school I attended. I could have delved deep into the works of Robert Frost… and didn’t. Complete failure to connect.

In the many years since I attended school I have attempted to reconnect to poetry. I have gone back and attempted to reconnect with the places that were part of the history of poetry. I took my daughter to the Robert Frost farm while visiting relatives.

I still just don’t connect. I wish I did.

The rekindled desire to connect surfaced again when I saw the video linked below. This video provided an interesting glimpse into the story behind a famous poem along with one of the strongest indicators for me that I may in fact be better off not trying to delve into poetry too deeply. I’m certain I’ve been one of the people that blithely went along with the common interpretation of the final three lines of the poem. Who knew that Frost was gently prodding his indecisive friend rather than making some profound statement about striking out in an uncommon direction?