It seems that the sun
Sees our love before we do
It shines on our bliss
Not sure why I wrote a haiku. I think some of the best poetry comes from when a writer limits things. Rules help writers push and push for the best of the best. When there is a block in the path of a writer, they will create something incredible to get around it. Some poets refuse to use certain words like love, heart, and soul. Some writers count syllables (like those who write haikus). Some writers make sure they have to rhyme. This doesn’t mean that something great can’t come out of a poem that has no rules. Actually, if you look at most my poetry, it looks like I give myself no rules. That would be wrong because I have a long list of unwritten rules, but none of my rules are obvious. Slam poetry and free verse seem to have no rules at all. Maybe they don’t. I think that the rules of slam poetry are unwritten though. They mostly deal with one’s performance and delivery of a poem though. Free verse is the most free (pun intended) I think. That might be why it gets such a bad reputation.
I’m not really sure where I’m going with this. I was going to talk about the haiku I wrote, but like, ugh. I like this guy. Things ended so badly with Lewis that I don’t even want to talk about this guy because he likes me too, and it feels so fragile. It seems too perfect, and that usually leads to disaster. Therefore, I want to hold on to this innocent, ignorant feeling a little longer. I’m not even going to give him a name on here because I’m not going to talk about him. Enjoy my crappy haiku 🙂
-AcuteAnimosity
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