“I propose that the ‘Western Haiku’ simply say a lot in three short lines in any Western language. Above all, a Haiku must be very simple and free of all poetic trickery and make a little picture and yet be as airy and graceful as a Vivaldi Pastorella.” – Jack Kerouac
I wanted to try something new this afternoon in terms of “bad poetry”. I started to write dribble, but figured I should learn something new or challenge myself. I thought I’d give a haiku a try. I remember vaguely learning about them in high school, and that I had a hard time saying what I wanted to say in a specific number of syllables. I’m a whimsical free former, not one to be confined to rules or regulations. Actually, that’s a lie. I love rules and regulations, and I’m a people pleaser. When I can’t conform to those rules or regulations because of my own torrential downpour of thoughts and feelings, then I have trouble. Hence, the disdain for a haiku. Plus, I like to rhyme.
So here is my attempt at an afternoon haiku. That sounds fancy, and makes me feel smart.
Enjoy it, or laugh at it, or consider it garbage. I used an online syllable counter to check my syllable count because I started to panic over that aspect. haha I was clapping and counting on my fingers like a first grader. At least I tried. You should try too! Even just one stanza: 5-7-5 Give it a try! You’ll be glad you did. Leave me your work in the comments.
Summer Haiku by Winstead Oakley The fireflies are dark moonless summer night in June locusts sing loudly … I long for quiet surround me with nothing but void and dark and peace … Humid heat warms me keeps me alive and present stuck in place for now … I was born in June a hurricane out of place dissipate away.