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