I never thought much of haiku poems until this past semester. I thought they were kind of stupid actually. How much of a poem could three lines really be? But the art of the haiku is in the simplicity of it: the way the words sound, the observant imagery, and in the deliberately chosen words. After all, there's only so much space you're afforded.
After writing these four haiku's for class I really started to appreciate them. I'm actually looking forward to writing more in my spare time.
The zombie arose
He gulped down steaming coffee
And turned into man.
The cherry blossom
Blooms so temporarily
But ever returns.
An emerald scarf
Flutters in the breezy wind
She longs to soar too.
A heavy downpour
Forgotten red galoshes
Very soggy socks.
Have you written any haiku's?
(Image via Britta Nickel)
