Dead my old fine hopes
And dry my dreaming but still. . .
Iris, bloom each spring.
I really dig haikus. There is no better way to sharpen the mind and get the juices flowing than trying to wrote a poem with only 19 syllables ( 29 if you like the longer type). I collected them , like the one above or wrote them myself when the ability to write anything longer failed me. I've heard every kind from classics to ones about garbage hauling.
A variation of the haiku is the 6 word memoir. Hemingway's being the most famous"Baby shoes for sale, never worn." Try it, it's not as easy as it looks.
My life, not what I intended.