Yes, I’m going to try to make this a regular thing. No, I’m not very good at poetry. It’s more of the line in the intro to Haiku Momma: “Because seventeen syllables is about all you have time for.” Being an insanely wordy blogger, I figure I owe y’all (at least once a week) something short and structured.
Anyways, if anyone wants to join me for a little weekly poetry, leave a comment with a link to your own haiku (keep it clean, please). Photos welcome. Or other forms of poetry, if you like. I promise not to nitpick whether you properly alternated tonal emphases or whatever if you promise not to nitpick my weak attempts at poetry.
(For those of you who are about to Google “haiku” and vaguely remember something from English class about counting syllables, haiku is an unrhymed poem of three lines: 5, 7, and 5 syllables. Normally, it is about your observations of nature with some sort of twist.)
The Pomegranate Tree in Spring
Sweet solace I sought:
Leather buds spurt paper frills,
Promise fall’s fat fruits.