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Haiku Hindsights

I.
Ideologies on life,
A stained window to view the world,
Imperfect with acumen!

II.
Mind; permanently scarred,
Repetitive fights with a melancholy heart,
Heart - destined victor.

III.
A hapless poet,
Then a pervasive spirit in flight,
Burning thoughts to words.

IV.
Existence; tedious, diffusive,
Ultimately growing inwards to void,
Cycle of science!



Notes
My first real go at haiku, don't know whether I got the pattern right, hope to do better with subsequent attempts.

Comments

  1. Mary3 June 2014 at 07:07

    Nice. My favorite is the third one. I like the image of a poet burning thoughts to words!

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  2. Vandana Sharma3 June 2014 at 22:09

    All are very nice and I particularly like the cycle of science. Good job.

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  3. J Cosmo Newbery8 June 2014 at 02:49

    I think number 2 carries the day for me.

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  4. Brian Miller8 June 2014 at 04:43

    ha. nice...none of us have the perfect view on life...and our lenses do cloud us to other perspectives unless we are intentional about seeking them...
    all our explanations fall short.

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  5. Gabriella8 June 2014 at 05:14

    You certainly did well, Anand. I like the second and third haiku best. The idea that the destined victor is the heart and how you portray the poet.

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  6. Susan8 June 2014 at 06:34

    Hmm. Haiku beautifully conceived and overall, the content matches the form! If our eyes are the stained glass of our genes and environment: "Imperfect with Acumen" we have a perfectly justified separation from each other. Poets are forever trying to expose this paradox and to build bridges across it, but still but still, how much more inward can we grow without dissolving the web of existence? Some say, when humans leave that web it will thrive. I think we must patch it.

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  7. Gen Giggles 8 June 2014 at 09:15

    A very good set of poems. I like them and can relate to the feeling evoked.

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  8. Sherry Blue Sky8 June 2014 at 11:26

    Beautiful haiku. I especially resonate with "repetitive fights with a melancholy heart".

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  9. J.N.T.8 June 2014 at 14:45

    I love the first set. "A stained window to view the world..." that's an imperfect view then, stained by one's insights and judgments.

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  10. Stormcat Poetry8 June 2014 at 15:35

    Schrodinger's Cat . . . .

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  11. Stormcat Poetry9 June 2014 at 11:52

    I tried Haiku once but didn't really enjoy writing them. Hope you had a better experience . . .

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