Cycle – #Haiku

agriculture clouds corn corn field

Foul, astringent stench
Of grass processed into dung –
Price of lovely blooms.


This was written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday #135, Pretty and Ugly (synonyms are bolded in the poem). The farms I drive by on my way to work recently plowed up their old strawberry plants, fertilized, and put in either soybeans or pumpkins to round out the year. Amazing how something as distasteful as manure is necessary for something so wonderful!

Photo by Adam Kontor on

21 thoughts on “Cycle – #Haiku

    • H.R.R. Gorman says:

      Thank you – but I thought it would be a haiku, since there’s not really a narrator. Do you mind if I ask what makes this a senryu? I think I keep getting them mixed up.

  1. Colleen Chesebro says:

    Even though it is nature related, I thought your poem was a Senryu based on the last line. A Senryu usually contains irony and your comparison between beauty and the stink of rotting plants (LOL) came across to me as irony. Of course, this could be a hybrid Haiku – it is written about nature, and change (how the once beautiful plants are now rotting in the fields). Someone else may look at it and say it is a Haiku. I think it fits both. However, you are the poet and it is your intention that matters. ❤

      • Inquisitive Brianna says:

        Nice, short, sweet, simple. Your haikus are straight to the point. I actually enjoy learning what was behind your haikus; what inspired them. Thank you for writing them!

        How do you find all these writing prompts? And do you ever consider asking your readers to send in writing prompts of your creation? That would be fun and I would definitely be interested in participating.

        Just a thought, of course! Keep up the good writing.

        God bless,

      • H.R.R. Gorman says:

        Well, I’m glad you asked! I’ve actually got a post about writing prompts, and I think it’s the most comprehensive on the WordPress scene:

        How did I find them in the first place? Well, a lot of work went into it, but when people find one that’s not on the list, sometimes they’ll send me a quick email.

        As far as prompts of my own creation goes… I have thought about making a prompt. I’ve got one in the wheelhouse, but it’s involved on my part and I want to have a few posts and stuff prepped before I start. It would be geared toward improving craft, thoughtful critique, and comments.

        Nice to hear from you, as well!


      • crimsonprose says:

        I grew up amongst farms, I was used to the smells of every kind, and didn’t take any notice. But I’m now too long in the town, and when I venture out with the camera, I do notice them. Pigs, I think, are the worst. But worse than that is the pong that wafts around town on a very hot day. It comes from the river and stinks of methane and sewers and … yuk. Such is life in a port!

      • H.R.R. Gorman says:

        When you’re around it enough, you stop noticing. I remember when I first moved to the city, I didn’t understand how people withstood the constant stench of sweat – but now I just get to enjoy pure freshness when I go home to see my mom! Worth it!

  2. Jules says:

    A the smell of fresh ‘manure’ in spring and summer fields.
    Stench and perfume, the give and take of nature 🙂

    I once saw a T-shirt with “Compost Happens” on it 😉

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