Haikus are superb
when you can't articulate
all you want to say
Have I told you this?
Forgetful my brain can be
oh I don't care though!
Funny isn't it
A man I never dated
started me on them!
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2 comments:
So are Haikus just three line poems? I love them! Why haven't I heard of these before? Can I have a go?
Yes! From Japan, the lines follow 5,7,5 syllables. Three verses are called Triple Haikus. If you've not heard of them before, you have now and absolutely have a go! They're a good challenge and great fun!!
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