On The Nature Of Fiction- a set of haikus

Henry Fuseli - Woman Reading, Seated Before a Window
Henry Fuseli – Woman Reading, Seated Before a Window

Sometimes it’s painful
to think that book characters
aren’t in phone books.

Fantasy, I think,
is reality saying,
“Look how I could be.”

Books aren’t escapes;
they’re mirrors of what we know-
just more exciting.

I think that it’s cruel
how fiction has a way of
slashing my heart out.

Bleed Words- a haiku

Each word is drawn red,
torn from my heart, raw and wet-
I bleed on the page.


Just a short haiku for today. I was inspired to write this when I came across the Ernest Hemingway quote: “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”

Titan- a set of Haikus

"Shadow Girl" by Ranka Delic
Shadow Girl” by Ranka Delic

A voice inside me
hums a forgotten hymn that
only I can hear.

“You are a titan,”
it whispers against my cheek,
“So what do you fear?”

“Nothing,” I murmur
unconvincingly, and I
look the other way.

“You’re lying,” it sneers,
“You’re a titan, yet you dread
the chaste light of day.”

“That’s not true,” I say,
as I shoo its shadow back.
“Don’t feed me your lies.”

It slithers ‘round my neck
and laughs: “I see how it is!
You’re what you despise.

“You are a titan,
yet you fear yourself, quaking
at your reflection.

“You are no titan,
titan’s don’t hide in the dark,
seeking affection.”

I lower my lids
as the voice worms in my skin,
boiling as I cry:

You are what I feared,
but not anymore, because
your lips leak foul lies.

“I am a titan,
great conqueror of the world,
unmatched and unbent.

“You are a snake,
watch as I step on your scales-
see if I relent.”

Stronger – a Haiku Quartet

Survivor Revisited
Survivor Revisited” by Lynn Dobbins

I am not controlled
by the worming beast that nests
within my body.

I am stronger still
for the scathing claws it wields
can never rule me.

I will never stop
waging my long fought battle
against its army.

I am more than this
disease, so its fatal hands
won’t ever mold me.


I recently lost someone young to cancer, and I’ve been reflecting a lot on her message lately. Though I never knew her that well, she was always so cheery and positive, and made everyone feel like they were her best friend. Which I think was true; she was best friends with everyone. And more than anything, she never let the disease rule her. This string of haikus is my feeble attempt at paying tribute to her and her incredible and heartbreaking journey.

 

Mother of Murk – a Haiku Quartet

You stitch the stars with
brittle fingers that tremble
as the night expands.

A seamstress of dusk,
you paint the sky in coral
when the sun descends.

You breathe life where there’s
dark, your children of the night
wake at your sweet hands.

Oh, Mother of Murk,
bend the black in swelling shades-
govern the night lands.


This is one of my first attempts at a haiku quartet. Somehow the last syllable of each stanza ended up in cadence- but maybe that’s just my innate desire to make everything rhyme!