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fandomhigh2020-06-15 04:06 am
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Creative Writing; Monday, First Period [06/15].
While Shunsui should have been blissfully ignornant and unaware of any particular drama or events that may have occurred over the weekend, maybe there was still something in the air all the same, because he found himself coming into the classroom that morning not with his usual sleepy cheer and virve, but instead, with a distinct feeling of being very much over it, with heavy sighs peppering his speech where hearts would normally be.
Including the one he gave when he looked at his students. Sighed heavily as he sat down, and passed around his weekly hot beverage offerings.
"Today, my ducklings," he said, again, with a sigh rather than a heart, as he trudged ahead if only to just get this over with, "we'll be talking about poetry, and more specifically, the haiku," another deep sigh, why did this feel like it was going to be just such a slog? But he'd get it done, anyway, "a traditional Japanese style of poetry containing three short lines, which do no rhyme, but instead follow a syllable pattern. The first line has five, the second seven, and the third five again." Huff. "But a haiku is meant to be more than just a mere poem; t is a way of looking at the physical world and seeing something deeper, like the very nature of existence. It should leave the reader with a strong feeling or impression, and the subject matter is almost always about the natural world, since it is, in fact, meant to reflect the world around us in a way that respresents the simple beauty or emotion that a simple petal on the wind or snow melting in a mountain stream can inspire."
One more sigh, hopefully the last, and he started to hand out a few papers. Not worksheets this time, there was at least that.
"These papers will contain some classic examples of haiku, and I'd like you to read them; if you'd like, we can discuss them a little, maybe you'll find a favorite? And then it will be your turn to compose your own haiku, and we'll share them with the class."
Nope, that wasn't the last one, it looked like Shunsui still had one last put-upon sigh in him.
"Any questions? If not, I'll just let you little ducklings get to it."
While maybe Shunsui figured out what was more disturbing: that he just couldn't shake this strange, sighing fugue, or that it had caused him to go through an entire lecture without a single heart in it.
It was a state of affairs that was truly sigh-worthy.
Including the one he gave when he looked at his students. Sighed heavily as he sat down, and passed around his weekly hot beverage offerings.
"Today, my ducklings," he said, again, with a sigh rather than a heart, as he trudged ahead if only to just get this over with, "we'll be talking about poetry, and more specifically, the haiku," another deep sigh, why did this feel like it was going to be just such a slog? But he'd get it done, anyway, "a traditional Japanese style of poetry containing three short lines, which do no rhyme, but instead follow a syllable pattern. The first line has five, the second seven, and the third five again." Huff. "But a haiku is meant to be more than just a mere poem; t is a way of looking at the physical world and seeing something deeper, like the very nature of existence. It should leave the reader with a strong feeling or impression, and the subject matter is almost always about the natural world, since it is, in fact, meant to reflect the world around us in a way that respresents the simple beauty or emotion that a simple petal on the wind or snow melting in a mountain stream can inspire."
One more sigh, hopefully the last, and he started to hand out a few papers. Not worksheets this time, there was at least that.
"These papers will contain some classic examples of haiku, and I'd like you to read them; if you'd like, we can discuss them a little, maybe you'll find a favorite? And then it will be your turn to compose your own haiku, and we'll share them with the class."
Nope, that wasn't the last one, it looked like Shunsui still had one last put-upon sigh in him.
"Any questions? If not, I'll just let you little ducklings get to it."
While maybe Shunsui figured out what was more disturbing: that he just couldn't shake this strange, sighing fugue, or that it had caused him to go through an entire lecture without a single heart in it.
It was a state of affairs that was truly sigh-worthy.
Share your Haiku - Creative Writing, 06/15.