I’ve never been much into poetry–at least not until now.
After being challenged to write a haiku poem about the best novel I read over the summer, I can’t seem to stop thinking in a 3-5-3 and 5-7-5 manner.
For the novel, which was Still Alice, a tale of a woman suffering early onset Alzheimer’s, I wrote:
Alive but barren
Is still Alice
But that was pretty much my first attempt. Since then, I’ve considered that Alice, the character in the novel, was not a leafless tree. She was losing leaves–losing them fast. But by the end of the story, she still had a few leaves remaining. So I wish I’d have taken time to ponder before I submitted. Lesson learned.
Then, I thought of how I feel about my own life right about now:
Though northern winds blow
Though old man winter creaks near
I seek metamorphosis
Do you have a favorite haiku poem to share? I’m really interested in exploring the subject further. And I have more poems seemingly blossoming within me! I better get them down while the muse is here!