Haiku

April is ending in a burst of Haiku. You know, the 17-syllable Japanese poem that doesn't rhyme.

The challenge of Haiku is to place an image in the reader's mind using 3 simple lines, in a syllable pattern of 5-7-5. Both meaning and imagery must be conveyed therein or else you might as well write limericks. Which any idiot could do. No, it takes real talent to write a Haiku.

The Little Avenger's 2nd-grade class is studying Haiku now. Here's one that she wrote:

Cherry Blossoms fall
Japanese Cherry Blossoms
Are blooming in Spring

Another Haiku was written by my friend Kathy, just for me on a subject I'd like to keep out of the hands of Mr. Dung-Obsessed who would schlep it with him to the next City Council meeting for another commanding live performance. Otherwise I'd share, because it was hilarious. Kathy's a hoot.

Next is a GA-original Haiku inspired by a new discussion up on Revolt. I call my poem, "Ode to Spring":

Knife in your back ouch
Poison pens spew pay-to-play
Here comes Beth Mason

Did you see fields of buttercups in your mind? Or a white fluffy bunny twitching her little pink nose? It's all about images. And meaning.

I call this one "Recycled Horse Shit":

Rotting filth flies forth
From Mason's busy suck-ups
Nasty mailers come

I hope that one painted frescoes of unicorns and rainbows for you. Look, see the sun shining.

In conclusion, I would like to thank members of the Academy and newly-registered Revolt member Kim, for inspiring these Haikus. Without you, they wouldn't be where they are today.

Yes, indeed. It looks like a certain City Council member is the first out-of-the gate deploying the usual internet mud-flingers, even before the blogs and message boards have had a chance to cool off from the School Board election.

Submit your Haiku to grafixavenger666@gmail.com.