Middle line doesn’t have enough syllables. How about: February’s ice Shattering, melting away Just like innocence
There comes a point in one’s life where the number of syllables ceases to matter. If the techincal aspect hinders the scope of truth or beauty, then it should be left by the wayside when it comes to art. I love it the way it is. LOVE.
Middle line doesn’t have enough syllables. You’re right. I miscounted. But, at the same time I’m not all that particular about the rules. How about: February’s ice Shattering, melting away Just like innocence Uh, no…
Thanks. Who are you?
Yeah, well, I’m a programmer, not a poet.
very cool.
Did you know that glass is viscous. If you look at glass in buildings that are hundreds of years old you can see that it is thicker at the bottom. Over the years it has been slowly moving downward. Maybe glass WOULD like to shatter, just for the excitement. That predicates that glass has the ability to think which is kind of a stretch even for a philosophy major(of which I am not because I have a job). Sometimes it doesn’t seem rational, but that doesn’t make it wrong. Awake and bored. That’s how I found my way here and starting spouting this gibberish. At least I’m not counting the syllables in haiku at this time of the morning. Watch out or I will pull out my collection of Redneck Haiku. Okay, now you’ve done it. Montie B. Love P.S. David, Great new coffee shop up the road. Coffee or martinis some evening? Maybe with Suzanne if she is free?
Oh brother squirrel, Your tail, my hair. We are one. Yet I must eat you. Dogs urinate where they so choose. And so do I. Red and blue lights flash. Brown edged tank top sticks to my white clumpy armpits Somehow I get laid. One day I will dip and race cars. Until then I ride my bike, chew gum.
Hey I name checked you in my journal too about letting me interview you at the pagan picnic. Too too funny.
absolutely
rock
there is something so wrong with you 🙂
hey, it’ not bad. it’s just not me 🙂
thanks
Opps! Sorry that was me. *waves and smiles sheepishly. I keep getting into syllable arguments when it somes to haiku and senryu.
Middle line doesn’t have enough syllables. How about:
February’s ice
Shattering, melting away
Just like innocence
There comes a point in one’s life where the number of syllables ceases to matter.
If the techincal aspect hinders the scope of truth or beauty, then it should be left by the wayside when it comes to art.
I love it the way it is. LOVE.
Middle line doesn’t have enough syllables.
You’re right. I miscounted. But, at the same time I’m not all that particular about the rules.
How about:
February’s ice
Shattering, melting away
Just like innocence
Uh, no…
Thanks. Who are you?
Yeah, well, I’m a programmer, not a poet.
very cool.
Did you know that glass is viscous. If you look at glass in buildings that are hundreds of years old you can see that it is thicker at the bottom. Over the years it has been slowly moving downward. Maybe glass WOULD like to shatter, just for the excitement. That predicates that glass has the ability to think which is kind of a stretch even for a philosophy major(of which I am not because I have a job).
Sometimes it doesn’t seem rational, but that doesn’t make it wrong.
Awake and bored. That’s how I found my way here and starting spouting this gibberish. At least I’m not counting the syllables in haiku at this time of the morning. Watch out or I will pull out my collection of Redneck Haiku. Okay, now you’ve done it.
Montie B. Love
P.S. David, Great new coffee shop up the road. Coffee or martinis some evening? Maybe with Suzanne if she is free?
Oh brother squirrel,
Your tail, my hair. We are one.
Yet I must eat you.
Dogs urinate where
they so choose. And so do I.
Red and blue lights flash.
Brown edged tank top sticks
to my white clumpy armpits
Somehow I get laid.
One day I will dip
and race cars. Until then I
ride my bike, chew gum.
Hey I name checked you in my journal too about letting me interview you at the pagan picnic. Too too funny.
absolutely
rock
there is something so wrong with you 🙂
hey, it’ not bad. it’s just not me 🙂
thanks
Opps!
Sorry that was me. *waves and smiles sheepishly.
I keep getting into syllable arguments when it somes to haiku and senryu.