Haikus on a Tuesday

For a while I spent time honing my writing skills with haikus. A Japanese style of poetry that uses 5,7,5 or 7,11,7 syllbales per line.

A little white house

set back from the street

with a big elm tree

that's where I once lived.

What a joy: two friends,

talking, laughing together,

but in Spring, you're gone.

When I say my name,

it wakes me up from autmn's sleep,

I walk around in.

Snow in the moon light,

always takes my breath away,

is this a new dream?

Snow falls, light and silent

as our hearts contemplate peace

let it embrace the world.

Blue monster creeps down the street

a huge claw grabs it's prey, gobbles the innards

the garbage can is empty.

Sometimes, when I'm too quiet

I feel like I will disappear, making noise

tells the world, I am still here.

poetry, haiku, tuesday.

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