I made up a haiku the other day to amuse Yuri and boy, did it work. He is an almost frighteningly intelligent fellow, but he looked at me and said,
“How did you do that?”
Here now, a few haiku for New York City. They keep coming to me. I’m not saying they’re any good, but they keep coming to me.
The laundry service
Shrunk everything. So begins
The New York diet.That man is sleeping
On a bottle of urine.
Hey, it’s a pillow.The Lower East Side
Is a crowded crackerbox.
See what I did there?I’m back in yoga.
Sweaty togs hang in shower.
(Yuri still loves me.)Manhattan lemmings:
You are all completely nuts.
Now I am, too. Balls!
Lisa D.
Mary, Cosmic Twin here,
This is proof… you are a citizen of the land of sponge. The artist goes to a new place and absorbs and reflects the place, in the art, without the ability to contain the experiential education. The artist doesn’t know that it is happening…. like Dylan writing , or VanGogh painting… input- output. Be careful, what ingestion you do. To draw you towards the textile Mary, to ground you, please go for me, since I am not there and live vicariously through you, to The Tinsel Trading Company and make the embellishment of your quilt dreams come true, for us.
Lisa D.
Diane
Fun!
I remember my middle son coming home from high school swim practice telling me that the team had been composing haiku that day. Swim a length or two, come up for air and recite. Swimming…a cerebral sport.
Different son, middle school haiku:
Must write a haiku
I really do not like this
Five, seven, five, crap.
Emily
Those aren’t haikus, haikus are about nature. Those are senryus. Nice poems though