Haiku number seven out of seven haikus on hope. This is the end people 😦
At night, cacti bloom
pink to oppressive shadow.
Color to the black.
Haiku #6 goes like this (super dramatic first line, I know): An old, aching tree
about to tumble, roots weak.
Enduring hope hurts.
Fair warning, I wrote most of this post
At this point, it really should be quite evident that I didn’t follow the traditional rules of writing a haiku (see this post, and this post. And also this
Hello. This post is part of a series where I evaluate haikus I wrote a few weeks ago. You can find those posts here. For this post, I’ll be looking at my 4th haiku: A wandering light, fluttering, frail; in deepness of creeping midnights. 5, 7, 5 syllables: check Punctuation: check. Even a semicolon thisContinue reading “Haiku #4”
Some things I learned in the past week about traditional haikus: 1, they typically avoid metaphors and similes, or figurative language in general. 2, since they’re focused on nature, they tend not to include people. Or people related things. So many things I am learning, including that my haikus need work. Yay for revising, right?Continue reading “Haiku #2, Haiku #3”