Tuesday June 16th, 2015

The exercise:

We're going to do some continuations today. And yes, it is still Two Haiku Tuesday.

I'll get things started, and then the next person to post gets to continue the story from where I left it. Carry it on as far as you can with your two haiku and then the next writer gets to go from there.

I'm fully aware we have no hope of completing a story in the span of three or four haiku. But let's be honest: we've never finished a story doing continuations in the usual prose-y manner either. So I figured why not mix things up a bit?

If things get interesting I might bring us back to this tale next Tuesday. We'll see how things go.

Picked lots of peas and raspberries today. Kat picked lots of greens and raspberries. We filled all our local orders, though two people did not pick theirs up - one due to car trouble (she'll be by tomorrow morning), the other because, presumably, she forgot. We still haven't heard from her.

Tomorrow morning I'll finish the remaining raspberries with Rebecca for the bakery and then we shall weed the garden. Looking forward to it.


In the middle of
a land of sand a young man
chose to build a home.

Above his door he
hung a sign that read: Don't ya
knawk less yer 'bout dead


Greg said...

Did you eat lots of raspberries too, or you too disciplined a picker for that? :) At least one of the missing orders has explained themselves, I hope the other order is explicable by simple forgetfulness too!
OK, continuing haiku? That's interesting, and probably harder than the acrostics I've been trying for too :) It makes it pretty much impossible to choose a favourite haiku today though, since they're forming a story, but let me say that I particularly like the sign's message in your second.

Stormclouds gather strength,
The sirocco picks up sand,
And a stranger knocks.

Blades slice through the air,
Blood falls like morning dewdrops:
"Yield stranger! Then leave!"

[Well, the acrostic isn't too bad I guess, and there's still plenty of room for the story to change!]

Anonymous said...

There came a cry: “Help!
Please, Sir, may I enter here?
For I am near death.”

With a hardened heart,
The man ignored the stranger.
He seemed suspicious.

Marc said...

Greg - I just eat the less than perfect ones. The definition of less than perfect is... fluid :)

Hah, I am impressed that you managed to get an acrostic in there while still continuing the story. And it's a neat little continuation as well.

Ivy - I really like the second haiku portion of your continuation, I feel like it nicely sums up the central character. I think I'll have to bring this back just to see where things end up going from here.