birds in garden, poetry, weather

Haiku At Home

I realise not everyone has lots of ‘Nature’ options in and around their home. I am sorry for those people, because i know how much joy there is, if you can live your life, connected with Nature. I live on one and three quarter acres of land, in a rural area, with cropping farms around the place, and around 45 trees at my place.

I also have various shrubs and pot plants, some with flowers, some with interesting foliage. And because we have trees and flowering plants, we have lots of birds, different kinds of birds. I’ve been keeping a count of the different kinds of birds I’ve seen at our place, and there have been, I think it’s, 54 different ones. That number might be wrong … doesn’t matter, it’s lots of different birds, and every day, I know I can go outside and see at least five of them within ten minutes, usually up to ten more in fact.

And if I look into the sky, I know I’ll either see beautiful blue sky, clouds, or a combination of the two. A friend of mine, a fine poet, Coral Carter, has the most beautiful website, where she puts photographs of the sky. This is her site, take a look! One photograph of the sky from where she is at the time, beautiful! I have a few photos of the sky of my own, here is one:

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Unlike Coral, I have a tendency to include a bit of tree in my sky shots. I like trees, a lot! Here is a photo of mine of a tree, a Eucalyptus:

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Isn’t that a totally gorgeous tree? I think it is! Those elegant branches held out delicately but with great strength, just divine! I so love Nature and what she does! Some of it, anyway. The deaths are less than lovely, but without death, there would quickly be no room, because life keeps on going, growing, reproducing. We need death …

Anyway, the point of this blog post is to point out that there are many options for Haiku material out there, and if you look around, you will see things. Keep your eyes and mind both open for possible Haiku poetry material. I’ve sitting on the sofa t the moment, as I often do, and I’m watching a small group of Sparrows through the window just next to me, to the left.

The Sparrows are fluffing around on the ground (dirt), and having dust baths. I think they’re girl Sparrows, but they’re too far away to be sure, and the window and flyscreen are both a but dusty too. That simple little scene though, is a possible thing for a Haiku poem. I haven’t written it yet, but the thought is in my head, and who knows what may come of it.

Haiku is a Japanese form of poetry, very short, and the Westernised version is given generally as ‘three lines of poetry, with a syllable count of 5, 7, 5 syllables’. So very short. For my little Sparrow Haiku, I may look at the difference between the dirt and the green grass right next to it, or possible reflect on the swimming pool as the Sparrows other ‘bathing’ option. I don’t know yet.

But another important thing about Haiku poetry is the need for a ‘seasonal’ reference, and these Sparrows, doing their dust bath today, under a big blue sky, with no rain clouds above, on a lovely mild day, is a very Autumnal thing for sure. Thinking about these things I can feel a poem creeping closer … But even if this poem never actually comes into being, the thinking about all of this is a calming way to pass time, when there is little that I actually have to do at the moment.

Simple moments lived, and thought on, what joy there can be found in this way! If you have your own ways to find joy in your own life, I’d love to hear about it, why not leave a comment here, and I can feel your joy too!

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It’s several days later now, and I’ve finally had a go at capturing that ‘Haiku moment’. I’m not absolutely thrilled with what I’ve come up with, but it shows what I saw, in Haiku form.

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Our dirt driveway –

five female Sparrows

dust bathe together …

 

 

Any comments about this, or anything else Haiku related will be gratefully accepted, and commented back on! I quite like Haiku, and talking about it is always interesting, I reckon!

 

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Ants on My Mind

Yes I have ants on my mind at the moment. And no, of course I don’t have real ants inside my head! I have been thinking about ants a lot though, and further thinking about writing a picture book about the ants I’ve been thinking about.

These antsy thoughts were prompted by all of the ants that go past me when I’m outside sitting on the sofa we have on the back veranda. If I look down on the veranda, there are lots of ants, going to the left and the right, with some heading off in other random directions. Most of them seem to be going either toward or away from wherever their home is, which I think is to the left of me, away from the backyard, further away, but still on our property.

I see ants carrying dead things, and these are always heading to the lift, so I assume they’re taking food back to their home. I don’t really know a lot about how ants live, whether it’s mainly one gender who do the work, or if they all do. I think I’ll have to look further into this, I could get ideas for the picture book. If I’m writing for children, I want to get the facts correct, that’s important.

The ants I’m watching are mid-sized ants, not the little ones, and certainly not inch ants. These ants could bite, if I got in their way, I guess, but they’re not troublesome to us in any way. I suspect we’re more troublesome to them. Sometimes I see ants trying to pick up one of their comrades who’s been trodden on by people or dogs. I feel sorry for those poor dead ants, but I can only try to not tread on them, no guarantees I won’t do it, and I can’t prevent others here from doing it, the dogs and my husband wouldn’t care …

I have this idea of being a secular Buddhist, and while there is much I don’t know about Buddhism, I think not killing other creatures is a relevant concept. I don’t like killing things anyway, and I try not to, if I’m paying proper attention. I don’t massively swerve around things on the road when I’m driving at high speed though, killing myself wouldn’t be a good thing to do … and I have this silly fear that if I drove over a brown snake on purpose, trying to kill it, it could somehow get inside the car with me, and bite me …

Anyway, these ants … I need to write some more pages, at the moment I have potentially 18 pages done, if the set up of the book is to have one line to a two page spread. I need more than that. And I need something whizz bang clever/funny/amazing to wrap the whole book up. I don’t have any ideas on that part yet. I think I’ll get the research done first, so I don’t waste my time, when actually knowing more could actually hand me the perfect ending … Sitting and watching ants is fine, but understanding more on what they’re doing would be better.

I’ve written a little bit about ants, poetry, one of the poems in my poetry collection about creatures in my life has a funny poem, where an ant provides the punch line. This is the poem, I think I may read this one at a funny poetry event I’m attending Thursday night.

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A lesson learnt

 

The little boy pulls down his pants

with no regard for decency

or any good reason, I can see;

he aims a stream at toiling ants.

 

Panic disrupts the ordered dance

and causes much unbridled glee

at such confusion caused by pee.

But one small ant sees a chance,

 

it latches on to one small toe.

Giggles then rise high to screams.

Boy shakes his foot to make it go,

ending all his urine schemes

of treating insects thus, and so

a needed lesson’s learnt, it seems.

 

No actually, I need a poem that will take up to two minutes to read, and a practise reading just them only went for one minute, which is nowhere near enough time. I’ll have to go back to my original thoughts on which funny poem to read … I hope I can find it …

Do you like rhyming poetry? I find I write rhyming poetry more when I’m trying to be amusing, and write non-rhyming with more serious poetry. I’d love to know how others feel about these things … Please leave a comment!

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