What can a Haiku do
when it’s a syllable too long
on all three of its lines?
A wall went AWOL,
it couldn’t be found at all –
Trumpty just stood there.
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To write a Sestina is no easy task
its structure’s not easy to use;
however, I’ll try one, and see how it goes,
it will be an experiment for me;
but, a lack of internal stanza rhymes
has already messed with my head.
I may do a Haiku instead.
Sestina, my word!
oh, so difficult you are,
that I do concede.
A Haiku is short,
and takes little time to write
then it has gone. Quick.
Often it has rhyme;
even within such small space,
a morsel it is.
Having eaten one,
you may just want another,
or one may be fine.
When you read Haiku,
know that you must read deeply,
they are more than short.
Within each Haiku
there is a hidden message,
perhaps one of hope.
As, I now do know,
Haiku are not what they seem
from the view outside.
And they all must speak
words that we should learn to hear,
with our open ears.
My bedtime haiku
is not as tired as me;
but it’s a close thing.
That’s it!
All gone!
Never to return.
History.
We shall get another one,
next year,
and the year after that,
and so on.
Boxing Day was here;
but now it is no longer,
“Bye, bye, Boxing Day!”
I hear faint birdsong,
and I am mesmerised
by their preamble.
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