How do you feel when you love someone who does not love you back?
Once bitten, twice shy
Retreat now into myself
Emerge years later
Mourn loss of own heart
Funeral for potential
Act forlorn for weeks
Remember there’s hope
Renewed sense of there’s-a-chance
Scold all disbelief
A relatively short one for today. A triplet of haikus, since I felt I had more to say than just one. I’ve never been much good at poetry (echoed a chorus of writers throughout the ages) but one form which has always stopped in my heart is the haiku. I love the simplicity, I love trying to capture a fleeting moment, a feeling, a snapshot. In a way it’s like taking a photo – in the way so many poems do – but without spending hours getting the lighting right.
Haiku might have always appealed to me as a writer because it’s so short, simple, fast to write, and takes less effort than a normal poem. I’m intrigued to know whether a haiku is more effective if there’s a better sense of rhythm – if the syllables in line two fall all at the end or all at the beginning, does it change the feeling of the haiku?
An experiment for another time, perhaps. Enjoy.
(As before, unedited, as all my short pieces tend to be).