Since so many poets are inspired by photos, drawings, paintings, or other images when they compose their poetry, I wanted to add the “Haiga,” a dramatic poetic form to my weekly syllabic poetry challenge starting the first week of February 2019. So, for the new challenge posted on 2/5/19, this will be another acceptable form for our syllabic challenge.
Haiga is sometimes called observational poetry because it contains an image with either a haiku or senryu written on it or near it.
This one form combines three artforms: imagery (photographs or original art), poetry, and calligraphy.
Further to my post the other day, Gluedmirror found something in my story that triggered his own way to express it – through poetry.
I appreciate how hard this must have been and appreciate the fact that it was his muse for a moment in time.
Here it is July already Still no path to calmness, still no connection Like a dancing live wire, burning holes in the pavement I remember my mother, laid up in that institution Waiting to die She had liked to write before I met her, and I went to find that girl And I went to…
— Read on gluedmirror.wordpress.com/2018/07/01/content/
Any poet will tell you that events and people inspire the art. Our exchanges breathe moments of desire, passion and slowly dying embers of deceit or delight. As the intensity passes, we are left with the memories of the encounter and this rare beast is what we try to capture within our words. Well, at least I do!
This poem, for me, is the moment trust dies in a relationship. It could be a friendship, a loved one, a relationship with a workmate or boss. In time, we all experience events where life becomes art and the words that encapsulate that emotion are trapped forever.
I hope this poem as much as I enjoyed writing it. It doesn’t have a name yet. Maybe you could suggest one in the comments below.