Those Tiny Little Haikus Have Feelings Too
Hi, I’m a haiku
I’ve heard some writers saying
stop with the haikus
Haiku, I know — I’m sorry they don’t respect you,
They all say I’m nothing but a big joke too,
My words are limited,
But still I’m quite spirited,
At least their giggles and snickers make me less blue.
They say it’s simple
you can’t be a good writer
by writing haikus
I know, it’s crazy how they think it’s so easy,
As if our poetic forms were both so breezy,
And I have to be funny too,
Or else the fans say adieu,
The social pressure really makes me quite queasy.
Well I know I’m small
but I can pack quite a punch
and sometimes amuse
No, haiku, sorry —making them laugh is my thing,
Stick to outdoors, nature, and the beauty of spring,
That’s what you’re good at,
A good old naturalist scat,
Something to read while listening to the birds sing.
See, even you tease
that I can’t make people laugh
you’ve just lit my fuse!
Sorry haiku — we poetic forms need to stick together,
We’re stuck together in this word-like state forever,
Let’s use what we have,
To show the haters that,
To master our forms writers have to be quite clever.
They’ll respect us more
when we stand up and declare
We’re poetry hear us roar!