I’m watching TV and typing on my laptop. I am thus able to blog, watch TV and develop a Repetitive Strain Injury at the same time.
Currently, I’m pondering the question of haibun. Having spent ages labouring over villanelles and sonnets, and often discarding the malformed results, it seems like cheating to call a haibun a poem. It is, after all, only a few lines of text and up to seventeen syllables of haiku. The main challenge isn’t the poetry, it’s the brevity.
You could probably write a blog post, add a haiku and call the whole thing a haibun. In fact, I know you can, because that’s what I’m about to do.
waking stiff
too old to doze in chairs
another sign
Love the humour here! Thanks for sharing! I am a Creative Life Coach with a poetry blog and today’s here is today’s in case you have time to look? It is a villanelle.
https://peacockpoetryblog.wordpress.com/2019/04/05/blurred-lines/
I am also on Instagram as #coachingcreatively, let’s follow each other if you use this medium? You can also find me on Facebook under Sam Allen wearing a bright red and orange hat!
I love connecting with fellow creatives as you can see!
Sunny greetings from Switzerland!
Sam 🙂
Thanks. I’m only on WP because I’m not very social. 🙂
I will have a look in now that I’m recharging properly. I’m a villanelle fan.
Don’t blame you and thanks for reading!
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It is no fun when having a snooze is not entirely pleasurable. Still your readers got a very charming literary work out of it.
Thank you. I thought I’d try something a bit different, though I’m back to baby seals again tonight. 🙂
Yes, but to get those few words exactly right takes a lot of skill.
Practice, practice, practice!
As with anything you want to be good at.
🙂 Yes, it’s funny how practice and success go together.
You are never too old to doze in a chair. Ask me
True, but I’m getting too old to do it and then stand up without straightening out the kinks. 🙂
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I thought dozing in chairs was one of the signs of increasing age? 🙂
It is, but I’ve reached the stage where I often wake up stiffened into a strange shape.