Saturday, April 19, 2014

Poetry Project, day 18, a series of haikus, because I feel like just one is almost cheating

The more I start to
care about poetry the
harder this becomes.
At first, the fact that
I had no time to edit
was fun- now: hateful.
I should write at least
one haiku about nature-
I'm not Japanese.
My skin crawls with the
uncomfortable itch of the
the things I'm not doing.
If learning was like
breathing, for me, I'd be long
dead by now. Nature.
The heart wants what the
heart wants. And my heart wants to
suck less at haikus.

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