You know how I love haiku. I don’t know what it is about the form, except that it has no pretension, no ambition, no striving. It just is. And it is nice and short, suitable for my attention span.
So, when I’m feeling emotionally distressed, I haiku. I should add, I haiku badly and often melodramatically, LOL. But it doesn’t matter, because it’s haiku.
Last night, I had a little bit of an asthma attack (a new sort of thing for me, so it still feels a little distressing even though I know it’s no big deal), so I sat on the front porch at three a.m., composing haiku in my head, LOL. Here they are, breaking all the rules, btw.
in and out.
And then, post-inhaler, LOL:
Never panic, never fear.
Easy breeze, soothing dark.
Praise the Goddess and the God,
sweet, breaths of life.
And then as I listened to the night (I love the sounds of an Ohio night):
Crickets chirping glaze the night
Major third, minor third, unison.
Will you lend a haiku? They cheer me up. :-)