I’ve been in a haiku mood this past week or so. Here are few from recent sessions of writing.
Haiku 944
Stripes a songbird weaves
in the fabric of the dark
overdyed by dawn
12/10/21
Haiku 945
The light bulb burns out
Dark and rough the vipers hiss
I run back upstairs
12/10/21
Haiku 953
The plate prints page nine
Nine nerves tingling ink verses
Nine insects stinging
12/15/21
Haiku 954
The cloud doles them out
Stinging antiseptic drops
Rain makes me nervous
12/15/21
Haiku 956
Inch through the door – slip
on the wet floor. Who pushed you –
Door or Dorothy?
12/15/21
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I love the description of “vipers hiss” for the sound of the burned out bulb. That first poem is absolutely beautiful.
When I lined up these sentences I realized there could be multiple ways to see this, all kind of fanciful, that the bulb was the focus (as you mention) or that the vipers were (I envisioned the bulb as being the sun getting extinguished and we must escape the chilling planet and the creatures who will thrive in darkness). Or else there could just be a snake filled basement ! This is why I like these short poems so much. And thank you for your mention of the first one, I like the feeling it has myself a lot.