Haiku Hunt: Unleash Your Inner Poet on the Blackland Prairie

Greg Tonian, Class of 2017

I am seeking a collective reflection on the Blackland Prairie, in hopes of getting a variety of perspectives on what the Blackland Prairie means to us as a Chapter, to provide depth and passion to the “book” which is still in its evolution! Send your poems to gtonian60@gmail.com

It’s 3 lines, the first and 3rd with 5 syllables and the middle with 7 syllables. Poems in any format, however, are also sought and may be less restrictive.

Example – I am not actually an expert haiku master, however, here are 3 that I have written just this morning

Chilly March morning,
Chickasaw Plums and Red Buds,
flash white and pink smiles.

Hot pink tufts bursting
from tiny, swaying baskets.
Bumblebees play hopscotch.

Barn owl crumpled, still.
A moon seeking Icarus.
Pearly wings in death's grip.

Black earth ebbs and flows.
Deep roots entwined, holding tight.
beneath the concrete.