Haiku #5

purple shoes and socks
purple shirt and purple purse.
no one to notice.

Haiku #4

stanzas look so nice
neat haystacks filling the page
makes you feel smarter.

Haiku #3

The BART is almost empty.
Here I am in the back
Writing sucky poetry.


And notice how it's not *actually* a haiku? Even though it sounds like one. Crafty! Or is it?

Haiku #2

one two three four five
six seven eight nine and ten
eleven and twelve.

Haiku #1

i am untethered,
floating free without mooring.
sounds great -- but lonely.

Haiku Month!

Here's my proposed M.O.: one poetry style a month, one poem per day. (at least one.) An exercise in improvisation, of a kind.

First poetry style: Haiku.
(because on the BART, the first line I thought of for a boredom-poem had five syllables. That's when you take an idea and run with it!)

From the American Heritage Dictionary:
hai·ku (hī'kōō)
n. pl. haiku also hai·kus

1. A Japanese lyric verse form having three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables, traditionally invoking an aspect of nature or the seasons.
[Japanese : hai, amusement (from Middle Chinese bəij, pha·j) + ku, sentence (from Middle Chinese kuəh).]

(Link to Wikipedia on Haiku)