Once upon a time, not so long ago, I thought I might be okay at writing haiku. These days I’m not so sure. I’m kind of between with creativity in limbo as I shift and change from one way of being to another – from one place to residence to another – from then to now.
Back when I thought I could write haiku I made this haiga. I think it’s probably one of my best but then, how do you judge your own work?
The haiga has a particular relevance to me right now. On the weekend, on a complete whim, I searched for an old friend on Facebook. Someone I’d known in my early 20s. Amazingly I found him and made contact. We exchanged a few excited messages as we caught on up each other’s doings over the decades then very quickly found we had run out of things to say to each other. Our conversations dwindled to inane observations about the weather…
Jumping ahead to more recent times when I thought I could create haiku/haiga someone said they thought this one was my best.
This haiga was directly inspired by Chiyo-Ni and the concept of a haiku reflecting a moment in time.
the well bucket-entangled,
I ask for water
Maybe I’m being overly harsh on myself. There are probably a few other good ones within all the quaff I’ve written over the past few years and called haiku and/or haiga.
This one might be ok –
It sums up how I feel at present anyway – kind of empty – opening to the next creative impulse but with no idea of just what form that will take.
This post was written in response to the prompt http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2018/08/carpe-diem-weekend-meditation-47-quest.html
“The goal is to create your own masterpiece. What is a masterpiece? I think a masterpiece is a haiku (or tanka) that will survive over the years…”