As the days turn into one, and all of my feelings and emotions start to run into each other, making it hard to distinguish who I am at times, it is startling to find peace in my life. When i feel like I can't stop moving, I do. I rest.
Poetry has become more real to me than ever before. I don't necessarily like to read it, but I find peace in writing it. It's a form of therapy for me, and so I keep a lot of it in a book that will never see the light of day.
Here are few;
Haiku 1
Content with his life,
He aspires for nothing.
What a tragedy!
Haiku 2
I'm stuck in my house.
My grades have got me grounded.
O, to ride my bike!
Unnamed
O, to hope for something Perfect!
O, to yearn for something Great!
O, that Dawn may bring Tide's cleansing
and wash away my helpless state!
Glory
O, Sun,
Bright shining Sun,
Come quick to save the day
where night,
gloomy dark night
brings with it shades of gray.
3 comments:
Bobby,
I love your haikus: O, to ride my bike!
reminds me of Queen though :)
i really like the one about the Sun too..yearning for the morning and the hope it brings...
can't wait for more :)
Now that you know I'm reading these I may as well comment. :-)
I would fail to even remember haikus if not for Sumo of the Opera by Veggie Tales. That said, I suggest the following for your first haiku:
Line 2 - 'He aspires for nothing'
only has 6 syllables.
My suggestion:
He aspires for not a thing...?
Just a thought. :-)
no, im pretty sure its seven
he-a-spi-res-for-noth-ing
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
maybe its the southern accent?
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