In seventeen short words,
I can say that my monosyllabic haiku
is not a thing that exists.
In seventeen short words,
I can say that my monosyllabic haiku
is not a thing that exists.
This is not a Haiku.
Why?
Because I don’t write those;
they are far too fiddly,
what with their syllable count
and line length;
I’ll stick to Free Verse,
where I can just roam
like a butterfly in Spring
visiting flowers.
Today.
Today is just a Friday,
even though I thought it was a Saturday;
how could I get it ‘so’ wrong?
Three lines, not five;
and the correct number of those syllable things,
that should do it.
No more the calm ones,
with all words carefully placed –
Haiku in the wild
should never be approached –
lest they become fierce in their haste.
This is not a Haiku;
it has too many syllables,
and doesn’t rhyme at all;
then there is the matter of the long fourth line,
and the short fifth.
This is not a Haiku;
and anybody who says it is…
… see above.
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.
With just a first line
and a second, but no third.
I am no Haiku;
I might look like one,
but I assure you, I’m not.
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