solstice troiku hineri

Posted on June 30, 2019 by

Written for:  Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #90 – Crossroads . . . Summer Solstice
(Troiku Hineri)

“This weekend I love to challenge you with a Crossroads episode. As you all know in the Crossroads feature I will give you two (sometimes more) haiku from which you have to create a so called “fusion-haiku”. That “fusion-haiku” you have to use to create a Troiku with. This weekend I love to challenge you a little bit more.

This weekend you have to create a Troiku Hineri. What does that mean? Well .. as you all know a Troiku starts with a “source-haiku” from which you have to create three new haiku using the separated three lines as the first line of the new haiku. You created than three new haiku. In a Troiku Hineri you are repeating that same creating proces with the separated lines of your three new haiku. Doing that you create a total of nine new haiku (in total a Troiku Hineri gives you 12 new haiku).”

Today (June 21st) on the Northern hemisphere Summer has started, so for this weekend meditation “Crossroads” I have chosen Summer Solstice as theme. Here are the haiku to work with, one by a classical haiku poet and one by a modern haiku poet:

this short night –
from a shallow well I scoop
a persimmon flower

© Yosa Buson (1716-1784)

solstice splits
between the peach halves
a red stone sun

© Jane Reichhold (1937-2016)

Here is my attempt:

Fusion Haiku:

This short night
solstice splits
a red stone sun

Troiku:

this short night
eerie clouds float overhead
open a sky of rain

solstice splits
one season fades, one rises
earth’s opposite sides

a red stone sun
scarlets the evening sky
vividness of blood spot

Troiku Hineri:

eerie clouds float overhead
dark and swollen
rain waiting to burst through

one season fades, one rises
like watercolor painting
changing to rich oils

scarlets the evening sky
ball of fiery sunset
turning the sea to blood

open a sky of rain
thrashing trees and houses
like silver needles

earth’s opposite sides
season of Summer above
season of Winter below

vividness of blood spot
a Summer solstice sun
red stone sets on longest day

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