Welcome to the first day of February, otherwise known as NaHaiWriMo (OR HaikuWriMo!)Multhaiku
is hosting a HaikuWriMo Bingo
for the month; I hope I'll see you all over there participating and having fun.
I'll be opening up a folder for HaikuWriMo post submissions; PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE, though, since this IS a literature group, let's have some ground rules, yes?
5-7-5 syllable count is accepted....but really, do TRY to break out of that habit for at least this month. Haiku DOES NOT have to follow this, so have fun with your pieces!
Even if you're not actively participating in the Bingo, please go over and try AT LEAST THREE of the prompts--they're fun, and they'll challenge you, and they'll (hopefully) show you that you don't HAVE to stick to the "normal" haiku structures. This month is all about challenging yourself, after all, and stepping out of your comfort zone.
Try to write at least one haiku per day, yes? Pretty please?
Normal standards on proper spelling, grammar, etc. will be withheld.
I think that's it for THAT. Let's see, what else...
OH! If you guys have any prompts you'd like to offer up for this month's haiku journey, leave them in the comments! I know I write like five haiku a day sometimes, so prompts are encouraged and LOVED ( by me, at least.
No prose prompt this month because poetry is where it's at right now.
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Members are required to complete at least one PIF critique a month and note it to the group.
our heartsyour heart
is a tiny wild grey-brown bird
and my love is a pair of cupped hands.
is a tinny flitting silver fish
and your love is a pool, dark and deep.
the moral is,
some things are worth holding still for.
GreenI think I was one of the green children. Buried in me is a garden.
I think I’m growing from the outside in.
Visitors reach out to touch me, and
my blossoms are wilting
branches drooping from the weight of all the things that I can’t take
I close the gate against their onslaughts, but they still come in.
32day woke up
in the morning, said
he couldn't do this anymore,
he just couldn't, his
bones were too tired
to hold the world up again;
but brother was gone,
gone and looking
for a different star.
thoughtsthe dark is deep and the silence wise,
the night is long and the wait is mild,
but come the rains, the sun then shines,
and gone the clouds there come the stars,
not once felt I true peace alone
no note I sing becomes my song
and no one's true, and nothing's home,
not like the place where I come from.