The haiku sonnet is an experimental form I’ve been working in since 2001. I make no claims about inventing the form, as—since writing this description years ago,—Vince Gotera and Tom Hunley report they created the form long before me.
Formally, my version combines four haiku and a final two-line “couplet” consisting of seven syllable and/or five syllable lines, making 14 lines.
Conceptually, it’s an attempt to wed two like and unlike forms. To me, the sonnet seems the quintessential western poetic form, defined by the order and rationality of its problem-resolution organization. Depending how you see it, the haiku might be just as organized—haiku certainly have strong rules and conventions. Because haiku can rely, just as a sonnet does, on a sort of reversal—a “volta” in sonnets, a “kireji” in haiku—they may be distant cousins. However, haiku are eastern, and, where sonnets are rational, haiku are resonant. Where sonnets solve—or attempt to solve—haiku observe.
Though I’ve written over 100 of these haiku sonnets, I’ve only included five of my favorites below, along with one haiku sonnet crown, consisting of seven linked haiku sonnets. All of these come from my previous blog and were written in the last year or so.
North and Sedgewick
They wait at the signs
telling them it’s a bus stop,
trying not to see
each other, the sky,
anything close to here. Some
have papers or books
to take them away,
but they stare too. The bus is
more reliable.
The middle distance
promises some salvation,
a sweep of motion
that, across the street, appears
to make them vanish.
First Girlfriend
I sat in the vee
of the chinaberry and
watched an early moon
rise like a bubble,
wondering when silence might
fall between us or
whether my name—
just invented in her voice—
might lose its power
as a spell and leave
with the last light of the pale
Texas dusk. Her mom
called her in, but I’m still there,
dreaming her echo.
Remembering
I remember winter
now that it’s here—the next word
in a song, a plea
for love you forget
until a character speaks.
Now I remember—
outside this window,
one leaf clung all winter. Wind
set it fluttering
like a hummingbird.
Its sociable flicker was
like life. One day
it flew away, and I thought—
it wouldn’t ever come back.
The Big Top
As a child, I saw
just one circus, a show whipped
by snaking roads and
tired of carrying
itself between towns like ours.
The ringmaster roared
with boredom, his voice
ripped from rotten canvas. As
his wife—stuffed in sequins—
prepared to climb an
elephant, he pulled her stool
too soon. She fell and
broke her leg. The show ended—
her sharp cry so real.
The Other Room
In another life
you might be in an office
reading clouds’ outlines
in a building face
or eating with waiters framed
by failing sunlight
and onlookers’ gaze.
You search for your other selves
in the familiar
posture of strangers.
The soldier’s gestures are yours.
The child laughs like you.
In another room nearby
someone writes you down.
Haiku Crown: Fall
1: Departures
Spitting city rain
riddles the sidewalk with spots
of ghost animals.
Those who once really
roamed here weren’t so exotic,
their camouflage brown,
grey and tan, colors
of Chicago now. This rain
isn’t wet enough
to bring any life
back, isn’t wet enough to
pool. In the alley,
a squirrel climbs from a dumpster
just to watch us pass.
2: Signal to Noise
Just to watch us pass,
the child moves from window to
window—her hands up
to rest on the panes—
She stares as if she isn’t seen.
Her lips move. The half
of conversation
we see is code and—without
her necessity—
meaningless. You’ve said
something I haven’t heard and
the child smiles, waving
behind the glass, knowing now—
the world is outside.
3: Meeting
The world is outside
our control, too big to lift
and much too big to
carry. Two friends stand
at the corner shaking heads,
shaking hands. Their eyes
connect at a spot
on the ground between them, and
each stalls at goodbye.
You and I exchange
a look to acknowledge our
common regard. Sun
seeps like water into day.
You reach for my hand.
4: Crowds
You reach for my hand.
When you think of every shade
still here, the world crowds
with forms, each dimly
communicating. Shadows
overlap—the pools
meet at unknown depths.
Do you remember the time
our son tried to count
the people he’d met
and decided only stars
were more numerous?
His smile turned into a sun
bathing us in light.
5: Talking Together
Bathing us in light,
the coffee shop window plots
illumination
on the floor. We’re in
its square with our second selves—
shadows—sipping cups
like us. You whisper
conspiratorially,
“Are we alone?” and
our shadows smile. Once
I wondered—if shadows were
real, where would we be?
Waiting to walk on stage when
clouds cover the sun?
6: Channels
Clouds cover the sun,
and you’re chilled again. “Let’s go,”
you say. I follow.
We are animals
after all—uncomfortable
with the dangers of
solitude. Thinking
of our children sleeping at home,
worry flares as if
you’d turned the channel
to static, the dead broadcast
of chaos. Without each
other, the world is too cold
for imagination.
7: Common Regard
Imagination
runs when we walk together.
Moving pushes it
ahead of us. We
don’t speak. Inner voices do,
their soliloquies
on everything but
now. When we come home again
we find nothing changed.
Maybe nothing does.
Leaves spot sidewalks. Chicago
thins in cold—now we’ll
hold hands at windows watching
spitting city rain.
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This is fascinating–I’d have never thought to put haiku and sonnet together, wow. I may have to try one–no rhyming, just 14 total lines, regular haiku followed by the final 2 lines. Hmm.
What I’ve always enjoyed about this form is the marriage between sonnet’s poetic logic and haiku’s arational resonance. Putting them together produces lots of variation—some fights but also some different winners each time. You should try it out… and thanks for commenting! –D
I have been working on similar structures and really like the idea of haiku sonnets. These are great. I particularly like Departures, Signal to Noise, Meeting and Crowds. So pleased to find another haiku fiend!
Thank you so much! I think it was William Carlos Williams who said that sonnets are an idea and not a form. I write more conventional sonnets too, but what I like about the haiku sonnet is its sparseness. Finite syllables allow more airiness in the poems. In comparison, real sonnets seem so dense, deep meditations instead of fleeting awareness.
Thanks for visiting. I look forward to reading your work! –D
I have written a different type of Haiku-Sonnet, also since 2001. each line is a haiku, following the sonnet form. I like your format as well, and will try it out.
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Fantastic, I myself have just begun exploring poetic forms. Great to come across your blog. Would love if you can stop by my works at http://www.ifdotdot.wordpress.com
Keep writing!
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