I’ve written a haiku or two before but I’m not sure how acceptable they can be to literary critics, so they did not get published. I did not have the guts to publish them here.
Today, however, I put away my thoughts on “the barking of the dogs” and “barking dogs” as Sir Dave described literary critics in his keynote speech during the 8th Lamiraw Workshop (2011). I just wrote what my heart dictated and there they are…my attempts at writing a haiku. I hope these will somehow sound acceptable to you, dear readers and fellow bloggers.
Like Bandits at Play
Ungentle river,
Rambling carelessly away,
Like bandits at play.
Branches
Leafless branches sway,
Ravaged by storms, by droughts…
Old woman’s gnarled hands.
Clouds
Plump cotton candies,
Angel hair, puppies and kittens…
Dreamers can get soaked.
Reality
Rainbows and dreamers
In rose-colored paradise…
Oops, walls of granite!
Dark as Purple Smoke
Youth and promises,
Sweetness from a lover’s tongue…
Dark as purple smoke.
