Poetic inspiration takes unpredictable, amazing shapes. In response to a recent post about poetry and sport, there was a question about how many feet would be required for poems about three-legged racers. Chris Warren, already on a trip to Japan, needed no incentive to write haiku but took this as a prompt to share some three-liners with me. Here are some tasters – though none are about sport. This was written ‘after a visit to a specially beautiful Zen temple stone garden’:
Raked gravel ripples
Spread out from the grey stone:
Wave-forms of silence
And these show Chris, as he says, ‘in full Basho mood’:
Backlit by sunlight … and one
tiny bird on the branch
A black crow cries ‘Wha?’
Outside my window. Without
Heeding my reply.
The last one was written ‘after an exotic trip with some Japanese Buddhist friends to a temple in the mountains’
Mountain temple bell
Hollow sound through green pine woods
The whisper of streams
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All poems here by and © Chris Warren. The photograph is a Wikipedia and Wikimedia Commons image from Chris 73 (not Chris Warren!) and is freely available here under the Creative Commons cc-by-sa 2.5 licence.