I love the art form of haiku. In order to write a haiku, you must know exactly what they want to say. Brevity is key.
There are no wasted words, no fillers, no distractions. At times, a haiku may be simple and sweet, or harsh and brutal. My secret is that I love haiku because it prevents me from digressing. My mind wonders when I write. I will sit with a verse and as soon as I’ve written it, my mind switches gears and I’ve written something completely opposing, which ruins the poem. Haiku forces me to stay on track. Its my hope that by forcing myself to stick to haiku, I can train myself to write again.
This is for my tween…I look at her and see the next 6 years speeding by me. I see boyfriends, class finals, first cars and summer jobs. She isn’t 13 yet, but its already begun. It terrifies me.
Childish ways vanish
Private, anxious, evasive
Its almost over