Haiku’s – I love to read them; I can’t write’em but love them. I continue to read about syllable count, the lay out, the emotion, the descriptions, yet it is of no use. It’s a source of small irritation that I read others who know the art of haiku and take the time to explain how they are put together not being capable to actually construct a true haiku. I suspect its my ingrained lack of focus that I have to ‘fluke’ out any particular style and that if I were so inclined I could probably slow my mind down from flashing multiple images at the same time in order to actually gather a skill at writing, but it is doubtful that I would ever do so. I would be more inclined to attempt the sharpening of the old mental grid if I was not so paranoid that something that I’m not aware of within would be lost and by not having the vocabulary to identify that something, I would never regain it and for the rest of my life I would resent myself for losing something that I didn’t know I possessed in the first place. Though it will make those who truly are gifted in the art of haikus, here is my mockingbird-esque at one.
Cloudless mid day sun above park bench high
A sketch of those who pass by in shadowed outline
To a perceived fullness in imagined fetch
As an extra irritation, I thought I would attempt a high falutin’ yet truly gutteral ‘toon……