Inspiration: Haiku
The haiku is a short three-line poem that uses sensory language to capture a feeling or image.
According to my poet friend David Duer, "haiku are often inspired by nature, a moment of beauty, or a poignant experience. Traditionally, the poem couples a spontaneous observation containing a direct or indirect reference to a season (kigo) with a subtle commentary on that observation."
The form consists of 17 syllables:
a line of 5 syllables,
a second line of 7 syllables,
and the last line of 5 syllables.
I recently learned the word "petrichor," so I wrote 13 haiku about the word! You don't need to go crazy like I did, but you might enjoy writing a sequence of haiku that are somehow related.
See if you have fully embraced the meaning of "petrichor" after reading my poem!
Thirteen Ways of Smelling Petrichor
by Allison Berryhill
I knew scent of rain
meeting dust, but did not know
the word: petrichor
Smell of rain on dust
universal memory
the word? petrichor
raindrops pelt the dust
a song of scent arises
it is petrichor
an open window
the first droplets pelt the dust
welcome petrichor
when arid meets rain
my dusty hours quench(ed)
your smile petrichor
we farmers love dirt
when rain hits dust we rejoice
and dance petrichor
when the day’s dullness
is broken by a startled
glint, it’s petrichor
petrichor petri
chor petrichor petrichor
petrichor petri
I learned “petrichor”
the word said pay attention
notice rain on dust
dry tongue swells with want
give me wet relief
oh sweet petrichor
I have lost my god
but clouded sky touches
my soul: petrichor
Ashes to ashes
dust to dust I hear the dirge
yet still know petrichor
I will look to find
moments where dust meets the rain
I smell petrichor.
Thanks to Ethical ELA for many of the prompts I'm adapting for my students this month.

I knew sight of sun
ReplyDeleteListening to bird's cool call
I love the country
Smell of flowers here
Beauties here big and small too
The country this is
When I think of home
The beauty of the country
Comes to my chill mind
Parker, your poems continue to delight me as a reader! You zero in on specifics and pay attention to the sound of your words (cool call).
DeleteThe feeling before
ReplyDeleteA possible win or lose
The fight of the now
This feeling can’t change
The out come that is all set
Can only be changed
By the feeling of
Who will want to win it more
It is all mental
Sorry about posting late, I didn't have my computer on me!
Dark falling rain drops
ReplyDeleteSplatter the side of the house
As I lay in bed
A flickering lamp
And a book filled with wonder
And a dark, night sky
The books promises
Wonderful tales of glory
Wrapped into one page
How I love this place
The calm, silent, peaceful bliss
of reading in bed
Season's almost done
ReplyDeleteRegionals is coming up
I can't wait to go
This year it is close,
only in Cedar Rapids.
Closest one we'll get.
I'm slightly nervous.
I've been working hard all year.
Can you wish me luck?
I wish I knew it,
ReplyDeleteThe Devil's advocate she,
Embraced it like child.
Name of no meaning,
Words of false angels that sing,
Her darkened gaze pierce.