The cormorants sleep,
moon-full, on harbour perches.
I light one more smoke.
seven syllables
in the middle line, the first
and last have five… blah!
haikus as a rule
don’t use rhyming as a tool
so do not you fool
Written for a summer Japanese class:
harusamewo
kigafukakunomi
hanagasaku
(the tree drinks deeply of the spring rain; flowers bloom)
shizukasani
yukinofuruoto
kikoeteru
(in the silence i can hear the sound of the snow falling)
Yah, my Japanese is pretty bad…
My world is silkscreened
as the snow falls whitely against black trees.
The sky is porcelain.
My mind contracts.
It turns inward against the cold.
Even the sky draws in.
The air is colored
blue-grey and slightly glowing.
A neon winter.
Brilliant rebutal,
Clowded by spelling errors.
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