Haiku for the Holidays
Posted by Linda | November 16, 2012 | 11 Comments
Wanting some time of revery and zen this holiday season? Try some 17 syllable therapy and write haiku! This ancient creative poetry form of 5 syllables in the first line, 7 syllables in the second, and five in the last is a satisfying way to distill the sights, scents, moods, memories and mischief of life. And who can’t use a little bit of that with the holidays upon us? Here are some of my recent efforts. I look forward to reading yours in the comments!
collage by Linda Hoffman Kimball
Pockets Full of Miracles
Quarters, dimes, nickels.
Red buckets & jingling bells.
Helping change the world.
Ode d’November
November smells like
Bright swirling leaves; pumpkin pie,
Fine thymes; sage wisdom.
A Reason to Shop Online
Parking place jaguars
Stalk the exhausted shoppers.
Avoid getting malled.
Table Manners
Shape up, you turkeys!
Nothing says Thanksgiving like
Fights over drumsticks.
Autumn Twilight at Michael’s
Cornstalks and scarecrows,
Eucalyptus in the air…
Time for glue guns, gals.
Have some fun. Happy haiku-ing!
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November 16th, 2012 @ 5:40 am
Linda, I like your holiday-themed haiku. I like the “change” the world “sage” wisdom and “malled” puns. Tee hee! You are very kind to share them. I’m not quite ready to look towards Christmas. I’m still taking in autumn. (Here in KS, the leaves are still mainly on the trees.)
Autumn Ball: Cattails come untucked / the pond hosts shadow dances / wind-strewn leaves gossip.
November 16th, 2012 @ 9:59 am
Holidays are here
Bringing promises of cheer
Crap, just kill me now.
November 16th, 2012 @ 10:03 am
Oh these are fabulous! Thanks Linda.
And annegb you make me laugh!
November 16th, 2012 @ 10:05 am
oops, I was signed in as my husband. Still, I’m pretty sure he would have said the same thing, but probably in a more clever way.
November 16th, 2012 @ 2:04 pm
End of term draws near
Students rapidly panic
Faculty do, too.
Can you tell what’s on my mind these days?
November 16th, 2012 @ 6:26 pm
Love your artwork AND haiku, Linda! I love the puns in the poems. Nothing to add, however.
November 17th, 2012 @ 9:03 am
Tried to write haiku/ nursed all night and brain so tired/ baby, I am stumped!
November 18th, 2012 @ 5:50 pm
No snowflakes for me.
Summer sparkles on tinsel
The beach croons my name.
November 19th, 2012 @ 6:03 am
Husband still on trip,
The house looks like a mine field.
All day I will clean.
Not very clever
My mind overwhelmed by work
No poetry flows.
November 19th, 2012 @ 3:15 pm
i’m a little late to the game, and too addled to write my own, but i wanted to just drop in and thank you for these. i always appreciate a good haiku. love the word play and humor.
November 19th, 2012 @ 9:54 pm
I write poetry and once and a while it is actually something that I actually like with a nice whimsical quality and a good rhythm to boot. But I can’t count syllables and create anything half decent. I like to appreciate the work of others who share that gift.