“Nadelik Lowen!”
I called to all the people.
“Kynnyav yw!” they cried.
“I just have to cry,
for my life is such a mess,
and my words they suck.”
NB The Haiku is sad,
not the poet who wrote it –
he is quite happy.
G:)
“Hy lodrow o gwynn
a-ugh hy diwlin.” he said,
“Did ‘she’ dress to please?”
PS ‘Hy lodrow a gwynn / a-ugh hy diwlin’ translates as: ‘Her stockings were white / above the knees.’
Today, like as not,
is the first day of your life –
if starting from now.
It’s a sorry world…
when seventeen syllables
beats longer poems.
A Haiku a day
is too much for some people –
by just one Haiku.
“It’s so quiet here,
because we are all at home,
and our lives have changed.”
This is not a Haiku,
even though it does have
the word Haiku in its title,
and also in lines 1, 3,
8, and 9;
but, surely, you can see,
by its structure
that it is not a Haiku.
A Haiku is short –
much shorter than this poem –
and has fewer lines.
When a Haiku cries
the world is a sadder place…
as all poets know.
As if a Haiku…
with all its twists and its turns,
could not satisfy.
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