Haiku of the Week
Poetry
Welcome to the Haiku of the week. Each week, I write five to six Haikus with a little of what’s on my mind.
This week, my thoughts turn once again to the fact that, as a writer, I am the ultimate imposter.
Almost simultaneously, I thought deeply about the universe and how it began, which led me to obsess over daybreak, seasons, and the concept of time and space.
From there, I turned back to nature for ideas for the Haiku I must write, which made me question my writing.
Back to square one- how dare I pretend to be a writer!
I still wonder how I landed on poetry, specifically Haiku, as a writer.
I guess I am attracted to the notion that a short three-line poem can be simple in structure but complex in how it delivers thought or meaning.
I especially like Having to be efficient with my words while trying to paint vibrant images that evoke strong emotions.
Seventeen syllables, three lines, and juxtaposition. I love the puzzle each poem presents and how it stretches my thinking and feeble writing skills. Haiku makes me a better writer.
I used to live with great confidence and the need for influence. Today, as a writer, I am filled with questions I try to answer and an insatiable…
