On the 5-7-5 syllabic structure of the haiku
It can be hard to
Find the exact sequence of
Words that fit in it
On the things which make a haiku a haiku, properly-so-called
Haikus are supposed
To...
When we returned from exile, I arrived to receive
Not restitution, no respects paid, nor recompense — O, but
A mass gesture of dismissal, something cynical-naive
Reform which rang, we're told, as...
Mirror, Mirror,
In my room:
Who's this eerie
Face of gloom?
With empty eyes so sunken
And a cruel, deceiving grin,
He's the face of anarchy
When my weaker side gives in.
He whispers...
1: The First Night We Met
The first night I met you, the cold winds were unforgiving. The trees danced, rapidly swaying back and forth to a violent beat outside my window. You approached me, cold and...
I Am The Sun
By: Jazz Padgett
I am the sun, and you are the clouds.
Although you hide me at times, I am always here.
My skies have been clear and many times dark.
Sometimes you can't see...
