Haikus; 1.
Very
recently
I
was taught how to haiku.
I
was not that good.
I
do keep trying
because
isn't that writing?
Just
keep keeping on.
What
do I write, though?
What
do you all want to know?
Don't
be shy, speak up.
But
remember my
limitations.
Syllables
and
yes, some key skill.
'Bear
with me', she says
as
if you are clinging on
Desperate
for more.
I
could write haikus
about
my family home.
Would
you like that, though?
I
could write haikus
about
London adventures.
I
have lots of those.
I
could write haikus
about
my Instagram star,
Harv,
that ginger cat.
I
could write haikus
about
my messy love life...
I
know you'd love that.
This
might be the first
in
a series of short posts.
If
you fancied it?
I
love making things
I
do it all the damn time.
It's
just addictive.
'Do
you know, my friends?'
I'll
ask, most tentatively.
I
seek solace, see.
I'd
love to create
something
beautiful in verse,
something
brief and pure.
I'd
like to invent
a
joke, a thigh-slapping gag,
that
folks would pass on.
Keeping
things quiet,
quick,
controlled, fresh and intense,
Can
have an effect.
The
aforementioned,
the
effect, it's good, I swear.
It's
new, a challenge.
Challenges
can be
impossible/'totes
hilar',
same
as us, really.
(The picture is mine
taken today, on the beach,
stones I liked and kept.)
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