"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Monday, March 22, 2010

Seasons - A Haiku.

The winter is still.
Spring blooms and the summer flows.
I fade into fall.

- - -

Look how tiny this is! That's cause it's a Haiku, and Haiku are just awesome like that. I dunno, I've never really written any poetry that has to follow rules, so this is pretty new to me. It feels restrictive, but ironically, quite freeing. I think there must be something empowering about saying so much with so little. As you can tell by this paragraph, that dosen't happen very often with me.

No comments:

Post a Comment

"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."