I love haiku. It feels to me like the
short wakizashi sword in the hands of a samurai warrior who lost his
long katana sword in a battle with more skilled swordsmen and is forced to
battle an uneven fight.
Haiku can touch the reader’s heart in a quick, throbbing
moment causing tears, sometimes a smile. Just like wakizashi that sends
one’s soul to the creator with one last tear or with one last
smile. I found this “weapon” exotic and I have tried to master it
when I lost my own Katana.
All knowledge came to the West from the East. Haiku came to
the West where the sun goes down as an art form in the early 20th century
and many have attempted to master it since. It came from the East where the sun
comes from in the morning to travel to the West again and again.
I have experimented with haiku and came up with a form I
decided to call “A Sunset Haiku”. I use 3 lines of 9 syllables Haiku as a
building stones. I incorporate them into 9 sonnets to integrate them in one,
coherent “western-tradition” poem.
Each sonnet of the poem can subsist separately as a haiku.
All nine pieces combined, develop into 9 logically connected haikus, telling a
story, transmitting a message or creating an image of a verbal painting made of
exactly 81 syllables.
Sometimes I feel that the Sunset Haiku found me. I did not invent it. I
just followed, so I could tell my stories in a new way. If one has something to
say the style is of a secondary importance. I enjoy telling stories using the
Sunset Haiku nevertheless.
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