Today’s haiku is a senryu.
I want to be the willow
but I am the oak
and the wind is very strong
Today’s haiku is a senryu.
I want to be the willow
but I am the oak
and the wind is very strong
There is only time
it’s not yours to give, take, waste, or spend.
You cannot pass, tell, save, or bide it;
You cannot make it, it will never end.
You can’t stop, have, lose, or find it.
It will not expire, crawl, creep or drag;
there is no past, double, quick or run.
No good times, sometimes, old, or lag;
it can’t be told by clock, or bell, or sun.
You cannot kill it, poison, stop, or shoot it;
there is no hang time, short or long, or nigh.
You can’t restart, replay, reverse, reboot it.
There is only time. It will not die.
You will die.
Time will fly.
The wind blows
I blow back
Was that a shrug?
This week’s offering is a variation of last week’s haiku, or at least is inspired by it. Enjoy!
Dead trees
arranged temporarily
into cabins
Trees grow in the rain
outside another cabin
constructed of trees