Someone said to me,
‘You’re so pusillanimous.’
so, I ran away.
‘When a Haiku cries’
When a Haiku cries
the world is a sadder place –
as all poets know.
My Haiku are mainly Senryu, and I don’t stick rigidly to the Japanese form, so perhaps they have become a variation on a theme.
A variation
upon the theme of poetry
sticking to the rules.
I was going to
write a haiku about Pro—
“I wanna get off:
my lunch is threatening ‘out’,
and I have to peeeeeeeeeeee!”
I left out a note
for Ernie, fastest poet,
“No Haiku, Today.”
.
He left Senryu,
four of them, all in a row –
well, what could I say?
Well, it’s nearly done,
just these last seven Haiku,
or Senryu things.
.
Have I convinced you?
That Haiku and Senryu
are such worthy foes?
.
Or has this been naff?
So many questions, just for you –
and so few answers.
.
Anyway you look,
it’s very neatly over,
and you can relax.
.
In a darkened room,
with a glass of aubergines
or something like that.
.
Winding down slowly,
and easing off the throttle,
braking gradually.
.
Driving metaphors –
I ask you, what are they like?
As if that mattered.
Day six of seven,
and still no landing in sight –
ahoy there, mateys!
.
Well, I said ‘silly’,
and, so, silly it has been,
with the odd stale bit.
.
When I say, ‘stale bit’
I really meant ‘serious’
but it was too long.
.
So, now here we are,
on the middle Haiku part
and you’re all at sea.
.
My mixed metaphors
(similar to similes)
can confuse people.
.
When I say, ‘people’
that may or may not include
someone that you know.
.
Seventh Haiku starts
in much the same vein, because
that is how I write.
Autumn’s mist arrives,
adds a cool chill to the air,
and then leaves us … leaves.
.
That is a Haiku;
it is in no way funny,
and tales of Nature.
.
I can do Haiku;
though for a while they were not –
as they were silly.
.
Now, if I have to,
I can write serious things,
and leave puns behind.
.
The Sun rose tofday;
but it did so quite unseen
due to the mizzle.
.
“This’ll confuse them.”
said the Sun in his ‘hot’ voice.
Well, we had no choice
.
but to be confused.
We stared at the dusty sky,
then went back to bed.
I almost forgot!
I’ve seven Haiku to write
and it’s almost two.
.
Of the Clock I mean,
in the afternoon, lunchtime –
if lunch is had late.
.
What a state I’m in;
without a single idea
of what I’m to write.
.
I’d hate to fail now,
on the third day of seven
having just started.
.
Better make a start,
then I can catch up later,
before midnight comes.
.
But, on what subject?
Telekinesis? Maybe…
but ‘probably’ not.
.
I know, it’s simple,
I’ll write some quick Senryu
about fluffy ducks.
G:)
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Tagged #nonsense, #poetry. #poem, #Senryu, #SevenHaikuInSevenDays, #silly, Haiku
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So, here is day two;
the second day of seven,
you can do the math.
.
And what has happened?
I mean, have there been changes?
Or is all the same?
.
Never mind all that,
let us continue to write:
seven more haiku.
.
I know, ‘Senryu!’
There’s not a large difference,
just a state of style.
.
Humorous poems,
where there’s a lightness of touch,
and maybe a pun.
.
Not that puns matter –
hash-tag puns matter I write,
because I do care.
.
And seven now done;
and what have we achieved here …
remains to be seen.
.
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Tagged #poetry. #poem, #Puns, #PunsMatter, #Senryu, #SevenHaikuADay, Haiku
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