Last week, along with a rant, I posted several haiku that were inspired by Emily Dickinson's poems. I had such a good time with those, I decided to look for more haiku hiding within her words.
DICKINSON
At half-past three a single bird
Unto a silent sky
Propounded but a single term
Of cautious melody.
HAIKU
a single trill
breaches my dream
...summer dawn
DICKINSON
An awful tempest mashed the air,
The clouds were gaunt and few;
A black, as of a spectre’s cloak,
Hid heaven and earth from view.
HAIKU
his evasive answer...
massing rain clouds
deepen the shadows
DICKINSON
I think the hemlock likes to stand
Upon a marge of snow;
It suits his own austerity,
And satisfies an awe
HAIKU
hemlock green and white
with a touch of black crow
--first snow
DICKINSON
The bee is not afraid of me,
I know the butterfly;
The pretty people in the woods
Receive me cordially.
HAIKU
wild roses
the butterfly shares
with a bee, and me
Photo and haiku © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.
This week, Elaine will host the Poetry Friday Round-Up at Wild Rose Reader.
They are all beautiful, but if I may choose, I like the 'touch of black crow' best. When you write, I always like your use of words, careful and unique, like 'breaches' and 'marge'. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your kind words, but I can't claim "marge"--that's Emily's choice of words!
ReplyDeleteI love how you are doing this! My favorite here is the summer dawn. You have captured it perfectly!
ReplyDeleteSo perfect how you took Emily's words and reinterpreted them in the haiku form!
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