But I was sitting in the car the other day, thinking about the #haikugame from Twitter, and tapping out syllables on the steering wheel. I love haiku, they have a strict structure and a lovely internal rhythm.
I thought, although haiku are just one verse, this is no longer the 17th century, we aren't writing these for a fiercely dogmatic court. This is just art...
So here is what came to me as I was driving along, on a bright March morning.
The break of the season
Living like winter.Thick frozen grey emotionsclinging like hoarfrost
A crouched fearful soul,not looking you in the eye:I’m disconnected.
Yet this March day I knowI can unfold, standing straightBacked as daffodil
Head high, eyes widened,I’ll let the light in again.I shall reconnect.
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Very lovely. I like the fact that it talks about reconnecting in an abstract manner -- it could be about anything, which means it could be something to someone. :-)
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Thank you very much. I like poetry that is open to people so that they can attach their own emotions.
ReplyDeleteThat's beautiful Lynne :-) x
ReplyDeletethank you Laura, I had been feeling very down and defeated, and the sunshine last Spring made me really buck up. But this year.........
DeleteBut this year, I might not have the sunshine, but I have loads of Twitter haiku madness!