HAIKU/SENRYU POEMS

Haiku poems consist of lines having respectively 5, 7 and 5 syllables (in Japanese).

Haiku are poems about nature and generally follow the principles of minimalism and immediacy.

Immediacy refers to the sense of a scene being directly presented to your senses. A haiku tries to capture a concrete image in place and time.

A season word is usually required in the traditional form to place a poem in a specific season. A cutting word is also common to direct the flow of the poem.

The cutting word divides these Haiku into two parts, but the two sections must remain independent of each other. Both sections should enrich the understanding of the other.

Senryu is structurally identical to haiku, that is, a 5-7-5 poem, but has a much more flexible content, in particular discussing human emotions and relationships as opposed to nature themes.

ON FLYING

My aircraft is red.

We touch the skies together.

Does she feel joy, too?

(JC 1999)

The weather looks fine.

What new frustrations lurking

will ground us today?

(JC 1999)

She strains at the brakes.

The runway ahead awaits.

Soon the thrill of flight.

(JC 1999)

Lined up for landing.

Hands, eyes and feet all striving.

Must get this bit right.

(JC 2005)

Pilot an aircraft?

Easy as driving a car

... in three dimensions.

(JC 2000)

Safe arrival at

your final destination

is a big relief.

(JC 2005)

ABOUT US

We two; free spirits

living together as one;

trusting yet wary

(JC 2010)

What do you hope for -

sharing your togetherness?

Help with the mortgage?

(JC 2010)

How was it for you?

Gasping with passion and love?

… or faithful duty?

(JC 2010)

ABOUT LIFE

Approaching old age,

now the fear of uselessness

to other people.

(JC 2011)

Rich experience

available to be shared;

but who’s listening?

(JC 2012)

Dashed hopes, broken trust

The lovers’ knot unravels.

Children suffer, too

(JC 2012)

Surf keeps rolling in

as my grief arrives in waves

at my daughter’s pain

(JC 2013)

Chrysanthemum, dead;

yet it still has existence

though something has gone

(JC adapted from another 2014)

The Autumn winds blow

ask them which leaf on the tree

will be next to fall.

(JC adapted from another 2014)

Passing years may bring

knowledge and wisdom to you.

Others have their own.

(JC Jan 2016)

I strive to keep fit,

trim, healthy, energetic.

Then, later, I’ll die.

(JC Jan 2016)

I am only one.

Could I make a difference?

Maybe, but not much.

(JC Jan 2016)

Why am I alive?

Perhaps there is no purpose,

except just to live.

(JC Jan 2016)

Friends die, all too soon.

I value those remaining.

each one part of me.

(JC Jan 2016)

Did my parents help,

or hinder my growing up?

Will I do better?

(JC Jan 2016)

Who is to judge you?

Each judge has his own standards.

Better judge yourself.

(JC Jan 2016)

Who will remember

me after I’m dead and gone?

No-one? Someone? God?

(JC Jan 2016)

Scatter my ashes

over the green fields of France.

New life, grow from old.

(JC Jan 2016)

In the end we die.

Fear not the end of living,

but the waste of life.

(JC Jan 2016)

And if there’s no God?

Who or what should we worship?

Honour life itself.

(JC Jan 2016)

What pleasure is there,

cooking and eating alone?

Food tastes better shared.

(JC Jan 2016)

Friends who once were close

now seem to value others.

People change. That’s life.

(JC Jan 2016)

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