Words cannot express
My overwhelming passion
For a good haiku
|I think the original artist has been lost to time.|
On October 18th, 2003, I wrote my first Inappropriate Haiku. There was something about the elegant simplicity of the poem style, paired with the vulgarity of fellatio, especially when mixed with an element of misdirection... it warmed the very cockles of my heart. My fucking cockles.
I can barely stop these days. I sometimes find myself counting syllables against my will. In retrospect, it may actually just be exacerbating my OCD, but at least it creates art.
Here is a site I found through the A-Z blogging challenge that is all about my favorite poems!
Tell me, what do you love about haiku? Or, is there another style of poetry that you prefer?