After rising at 4.40 am yesterday I expected to sleep well last night. I didn’t.
First waking at 3am I was up again at 4.30, 5.30 and 7.30. Good bit of planning there – I missed 6.30 and slept through the alarm.
You’d have thought that after 60 years I’d have got the hang of sleeping, but it appears not.
As part of my cruise through poetry I now know that if I add a haiku to this post (and grandiloquently call the post an essay) it becomes a Japanese-style poem called a haibun.
Following on from yesterday’s condensed sonnet I’m going to condense another well known poem into haiku form. I originally tried to condense Daffodils, but it kept trying to turn itself into a Limerick. This one worked better. If I acknowledge a debt to John Keats it will reveal the base poem, even if the first line doesn’t.
mist and fruitfulness
poppies and the cider press
It even falls into 5-7-5 format, even though I wasn’t aiming for it.