If I can’t get to sleep at night, I sometimes try to write a haiku in my head. Sometimes I even remember it in the morning.
I know that a haiku in English can be practically any length, but I find it a challenge to try and stick to the traditional 17 syllables in 5:7:5 format.
We’ve just been for a walk along the beach, and for once we could hear ourselves talk, because the waves did no more than swish calmly up the sand — sounding like the polite clapping of a large crowd rather than the noise of a pounding concert.
No thudding crashes
Today with waves well behaved
Just quiet applause
I was close to a big Ka class locomotive once, uncoupled from its train. It hissed and steamed but otherwise seemed no more animated than a kettle. And then it moved. It accelerated as if it had raised itself on its toes, and its pistons and connecting rods moved like arms.
Steam engine — solid,
heavy, black — until it moves
Then it seems to dance
© 2018 Tony Pritchard