Description: I wrote this just to write a haiku, but it turned out beautifully. And by the way you hecklers, this is a chain haiku, a series of haiku developed into one. Don't scream the rules at me again. I know them well
Haiku -------------------------------------------
a slow melody
drifting along horizon
flying beyond me
trees are withering
sand combs the forever tide
unable to speak
great mountains ahead
longing for images past
this journey unfeigned
lilacs grow beside
laying in a field of gold
and wishing for more
great combination of haikus. they flow together well enough to become either a poem or a series of haikus. i'll agree with thinkingofyou-these DO bring Washington to mind. Reminds me of the hike through the north cascades i did last week. and of the mountain meadow above my house. great write.
umm... first of all THIS ISN'T A HAIKU... sorry. Bill, a haiku is 3 lines, only 3. with syllables of 5-7-5. that is all a haiku is. Anyway, your write was good for a poem if that is waht you would call this. so yeah remember what a haiku is. THNX
wow, this was sooo beautiful. It reminds me of life back in Washington. When I used to go up to the mountians and see the lilacs growing in tall feilds and wishing I could stay forever. My grandmother writes haikus and she loves to write about things so simple like this, It really did remind me of her. I havnt seen her for s really long time. Well Im making this a new favorite I must say. Thankyou for writing somthing so beautiful and sharing it with the world like this. Im putting it on my wall if u dont mind, I think I might paint it there, Ill be sure to put you pin name there. Unless you'd like me to put your real name, and in that case you could jsut e-mail it to me through here. And once again, a beautiful peice of work. Amazing!
But when a haiku is this good, who cares if its a haiku, right? One of my favourites of yours so far - 'lilacs grow beside laying in a field of gold and wishing for more' Beautiful. I also like the part: 'a slow melody drifting along horizon flying beyond me trees are withering sand combs the forever tide unable to speak great mountains ahead longing for images past this journey unfeigned'
Submission Name: Haiku
