One Haiku a Day Project
I am trying to start something that would see this blog grow. For each day, beginning today, October 22, 2009, I would write and post one haiku a day. This haiku would not have been edited, rewritten or workshopped when they are posted. I would write it just as I feel it. Later, after they have been posted, they would be workshopped. I am giving myself 75% success rate. Thus, if I am able to post 75 days continuous out of a possible hundred, I would have achieved my aim. This is to cater for bad connectivity, power outages and my constant travel to villages (as part of my work) where there is no connectivity. Thanks.
high-tension cable
the remains
of a bird
Finally I am back
and the project
would continue
Thanks...
noon drizzle
the smell of clay
in my throat
Harmattan breeze
a cloud of dust meets
the morning fog
in my language (Twi)
akurasi kwan
nwura no dane kokoo
ne kokoo
village road
the leaves turn red
and red
We visit a village to conduct farmer interviews. Coming from the town, on a signboard, are three words written boldly on a board as if to remind us of how mortal we are.
a goodbye notice
from the town:
"Gyamda Public Cemetery"
NOTE: I am on a long working trip to some villages in Ghana. This means that the one haiku a day would be seriously hampered as internet connectivity is virtually absent. I hope you would bear with me. Where possible I would post.
cloud space
trees and telecom masts
fight for height
or still...
countryside
trees and telecom masts
fight for height
...make your choice
countryside
the red glow of telecom masts
puncture the night
100km/h
the butterfly still crosses
at its leisure
Harmattan heat
my colleague's cup
is empty again