Japanese Poetic Forms

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – InForm Poet – Japanese Poetic Forms
Choose one, or sample as many as you can muster and present some new twists to these classic Japanese poetic forms.


this rock has may facets
focus on indentation
coal black pocket inside white
perhaps a chip
someone has hammered

the rock stands the test of time,
glistening under water–
dry in sun


woke in a cold bed
alone, feet and hands freezing.
was it a bad dream?
I saw only your outline
on the sheet, no longer warm.
I hope not to find a note.


oh, that must be new
a dress like a pure emerald
yes, pure silk. thank you.
this is for the ball
held at the palace tonight
it will be so grand
many important people
Emperor and his wife
heard she is a mean woman
I will stay out of her path.


dance outdoors on summer night
moon flows over rapt faces
swirls of silk as woman spin
the men are stiffer


blanket moves on porch
table top is dancing
baby birds nesting


The two dogs were fast asleep–in corner of couch
Weather was wet and windy–autumn had moved in
The only thing to rouse them–mentioning dinner
Dogs eat eagerly, clean plates–back to couch corner


If I could reach
the stars and moon,
I would borrow them
and adorn you in their beauty


opens umbrella
as a heavy rain comes down
on his head through hole


stream with silver streak
observed from high on dark night
looks like splash of paint
mystery is solved. Look up
at a bright star slanting light


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Written for:  Poets United Midweek Motif~The Foods We Eat  (posted by Susan)
What is your Recipe for a Healthy Life?
What foods do you eat (or wish you were eating)??

“There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

Since I am not
a picky eater,
I can be satisfied
with almost anything.
Lately, though, I have
had a falling out
with vegetables. Other
than spinach, collards,
or broccoli rabe, I
am not motivated to
cook vegetables.
Fortunately, I love
avocados, bananas,
most fruit, beans,
and nuts. I have
actually come to
prefer brown rice
over white. Try to
eat fish at least
once a week. Cooking
for several people
is very satisfying,
and there’s always
the fact that I love
to bake.


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How to Handle Dinosaurs in Mazes

Written for:  Poetic Asides #502 – Write a six words poem, using at least three of the following words:  beat, dinosaur, handle, maze, play, walk

In a race
for extinction
you can never beat a dinosaur.

I panic in mazes
which others handle
as a playful walk.


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Majesty of Howe Caverns

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics:  Your Majesty  (posted by Gospel Isosceles)

“Welcome to the pub, poets! Tonight we are going to explore the majestic, and since I can’t in all honesty give the title of “majestic” (without succumbing to cheapened marketing ploys) to any other drink besides plain and glorious water, we’ll start with a round of that and see where it takes us.

Majestic – having or showing impressive beauty or scale, as defined by the Oxford English Dictionary, was actually first used in adjective form by William Shakespeare. “This is a most majestic vision” – spoken by Ferdinand in The Tempest. The word derived from ‘majesty’, from the Latin maiestas, meaning greatness.

Write a poem in whichever form you see fit to do justice to your version of “majestic.” On the surface you might be tempted to go toward royalty or lofty mountains or supernovae in outer space, which is fine if your poetry takes you there. But meditate for a moment longer on “impressive beauty or scale,” or simply on “greatness,” and see if you can get to the essence of the word and make us all gasp.”

Howe Caverns

Only my age at the time
of the visit allowed me
to see this magnificent
place. My claustrophobia
has grown with age.

I remember the underground–
lowly lit, six million
years old. In Howe Caverns,
I learned the terms, stalactites
and stalagmites. Squeezed
through limestone corridors,
galleries, and under boulders
until we came to a subterranean
riverbed.  Deep inside the cavern,
solid rocks appeared fluid.
Encountered mysterious grottos
dripping with stalactites,
as we followed twists
and turns that led to
a glassy surface of
an underground lake. Truly,
a majestic place.


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crossing water

Written for:  The Twiglets #148 – “crossing water”

array of fish
crossing the clear waters
in a glass-bottom boat

crossing the stream
on a bumpy log

It takes some time
to become proficient
at mixing hot water with cold
and getting a perfect temperature.


A woman’s cantankerous daughter
did as she please, not as she ‘oughta.
She took out a canoe
and a six-pack of brews
‘Stead of crossing, she fell in the water.


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Little Blue Penguins

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Haibun Monday – 10/12/19:  Indigenous  (posted by Frank Tassone)
“While Columbus day remains the Federal Holiday, many communities in the US celebrate Indigenous Peoples’ Day this year. Now, I know this is a heavy beginning, and I don’t want to derail a harmonious Haibun Monday with politics, but I needed to set the stage for this week’s theme, indigenous.”

“What does Indigenous mean to you? Is it your culture? Is there a time and place that speaks to you about the Indigenous? Or is there an experience of time and place that marks it as your own indigenous moment?

Use this as your jumping-off point and write a haibun that alludes to it.”


Although I have never met one, the fairy penguin (smallest of penguins)
has its home on the coast of Australia and New Zealand. These blue,
monogamous birds are excellent swimmers, feeding in shallow waters on small fish.

Little penguins live half their time on land and half on sea. They face
attacks by dogs, cats, and foxes on land. Their nests are disturbed
or destroyed by humans, who are also polluting their waters. They are
endangered. I hope to see these lovely little birds some day.

white butterfly
stays for a brief visit
on the arm of my chair


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Written for:  Carpe Diem #1760 Butterfly (a Tan Renga challenge)

“Today I love to challenge you to create a Tan Renga with a given haiku. As you all know the goal of a so called “Tan Renga Challenge” is to add your 2nd stanza of two lines (approximately 7-7 syllables) to complete or continue the given haiku through association on the scenes and images in the haiku.”

butterfly on honeysuckle

butterfly on honeysuckle

Here is the haiku to work with:

on the Honeysuckle
the fragile wings of a butterfly
a fluttering sound                                  © Chèvrefeuille (October 2012) (our host)

stirs the air and spreads the scent
a perfume that fills the night                ©Sara McNulty



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Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – Prompt #264 – Itty Bitty
“Play with the suffix “itty.”  The title and inspiration should be a word ending in “itty.”

Can you say you’re a moral person,
no dealings you’d like to forget?
You surely could not be worse than
our leader who makes no admissions
of embarrassing decisions.
Be fair, honest, kind from outset.
Can you say you’re a moral person,
no dealings you’d like to forget?


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1950’s Coffee House

Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #425

Words:  mine, dry, style, shy, collide, finger, light, forge, cats, salt, free, follow

These cats had a free
-wheelin’ style, Kyle.
Beckoning their tobacco-
stained fingers, the cats
had the shy guys colliding,
trying to follow in their
footsteps. Forged from
different stock, these
cats shocked most people
with their dry humor,
and that fighting light
in their eyes. All were
artists and writers
with an endless mine of
material. Underneath
the bravado, they wondered
if they had the salt
to make it.


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Secret Powers

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Just One Word:  Dynamite
(posted by Marian)

She is a dynamite girl
hour-glass figure, auburn curls.
Most popular in her school
The other girls feel drab near Jewel.

The boys all stare from afar
Afraid they are not up to par
No one knows that Jewel is smart,
science whiz that can break your heart.

She knows how to make explosives.


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