Haiku is a Japanese lyric verse form having three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. I had a director once tell me (when we were complaining that the blocking was too strict and we felt “creatively limited”) that sometimes great creativity is found in limitation. I don’t write much, but I enjoy the form of haiku for that reason. So here is a bit of my haiku. Use at your own peril.
#147
Busy little bees #15
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz
Stop it already
Boy that loved drawing #pizza
Does not draw anything now
And I never write
I think about life… #3.14159
And the profound emptiness
Inside my stomach
Crush wood, lift a rock #34
You’ll find ancient moisture there
Life hides from people
Sodom, Gomorrah # -15
A thermonuclear blast
Lot’s wife becomes salt
You heard that saying:
“Stupid is, as Stupid does”?
I “is” and I “does”
The numbers are completely arbitrary, but are intended to give the poems a more credible quality. There will be some more bad haiku here.
