A friend and fellow poet, Kelly Belmonte, whose blog I follow hungrily, alerted me to the fact that February is National Haiku Writing Month.
I’m not as adept at small form poetry as Kelly and others. Nevertheless, it is the perfect form to perfect form. An excellent poetry muscle-building exercise if ever there was one! So, always up for a challenge (more honestly, something to get me out of writer’s lethargy!), I here submit my pieces for the month so far.
Day 1
Five, seven, and five.
The perfect form for Haiku.
That’s okay by me.
Day 2
What if I were dead?
Would my one life have mattered?
What if I’m alive?
Day 3
Stuttered in pages –
life inside remembrances,
howls a paper wind.
Day 4
Then, I was angry
at ev’rything that rippled
and moved at random.
Day 5
I can see rumpled
corners around each morning –
darkness escaping.
Day 6
One can flee from death
to find herself, looking back
at what might have been.
Day 7
Regret is wasted
on a past, already gone.
There is only now.
Day 8
Why do we always
relinquish our sovereignty
over a trifle?
Day 9
Who can know the hour
when a dream meets its demise?
Dreams can sleep in hope.