I didn’t write a poem, yesterday;
well, I did; but, it wasn’t very good,
the muse misfired,
and the poem wasn’t as good
as I’d desired.
I have written one today,
about not having written one yesterday –
even though I actually did.
The Doctor’s Reply
It just isn’t true
that doctors dislike poems –
they just hate poets.
A haiku a day
helps keep the doctor away –
doctors hate poems.
Remembering things;
watches, and strings
on ancient guitars;
places I’ve been,
bands that I’ve seen,
the purchase of dodgy old cars;
people I’ve known,
styles I’ve outgrown,
that time that I landed on Mars;
the toys that I’ve had,
hols with Mum and Dad;
collecting bugs in jam jars.
Unfortunately,
Monosyllabic Haiku
are not my forte.
Sunday Morning, 3am,
it is;
not ‘Wednesday’
I know,
I’ve checked;
I’ve checked my calendar,
checked my watch,
checked my bottle
of twelve-year Scotch –
half empty!
or maybe half full, to you,
depending on your point of view.
Haikus do not work,
Acrostically speaking,
In terms of their length.
