I’m afraid we’re reaching that point in the semester! Winter break is right around the corner and I’m very ready to welcome it with open arms. Until then, however, enjoy a collection of a few choice haikus that I have written over the past couple of weeks. I generally recover from semester burn out after Thanksgiving as I can just see the light at the end of the tunnel. Finals are oh-so-close but regardless, maybe a few tired adults (or even teens) out there can relate as to my mood in recent days.
Truth is a battered woman, Trampled beneath people’s feet. After all, you can pick her flavor? Savory, salty, or sweet?
Nothing is ever absolute Except for that statement. Fear of responsibility is the root, Of this disease that has spread
That will murder your morality And choke truth dead. Because if there is a right, It would cause a conundrum, That we avoid with all our might. But I’m afraid the world sings this song That if there is a right, There must be a wrong.
So if you are on the way And you happen upon truth Wrap her up and hold close Feed her at your table And she’ll show you what you treasure most
Did you know I once heard In a poetry class That a sign of a weak poem Is when the writer asks? Did you know that I heard The teacher say That a question has no place In a poet’s wordplay? So then I asked myself Can you do this task? Where the narrator does nothing But question and ask? Maybe I could end every line With that lovely little mark? What’s wrong with this symbol? Am I correct in saying its not dirty or dark? Dont you think that we owe It a little respect? A symbol of curiosity Lovely Punctuation and not a defect?