A haiku a day for the next thirty days. One of the members of the League of Poets has thrown down the gauntlet and I am picking it up.
Here’s what she wrote
“I want to state for the record that haiku is an ancient, elegant, Japanese poetic form. Masters of haiku capture the beauty of nature and subtle truths of the human soul in perfect little pinafores of words. The form is inimitable in English.
So for the next thirty days I will be crapping all over the tradition by writing three-lined poems, syllabled 5-7-5, like we all did in third grade. They will be about whatever stupid thing is happening in my life. I’m sorry.
But in the past, poetic constraints have brought out good things in me. I love writing sonnets because when I have a mandated structure to box me in, I am forced to be creative in my word choices. So in November, I’m going to make the box even smaller.
If I get one or two interesting poems out of the deal, it’ll be worth it. So I’ll give it a go.
So here I go. Such a long intro for three lines of poetry.
my heart is broken
the world series epic battle
ruined by racism