Whew, I'm finally back to the blog, trying to limit it to my themes of India and/or the writing life. Taking a poetry class with Thomas R. Smith. Great fun. Reviewing a form a week, authors of the same, examples of their work and signs of their times; practicing writing, sharing our own. Last week: Haiku. Three lines, of 5-7-5 syllables, respectively. Or less. Here are a couple of my own:
Two or Three Haiku
by Shirley Smith Franklin
Haiku
Habit forming. (p.s., It really is! Like eating popcorn...it's hard to stop!)
~
Dusk in the forest.
Out of gathering silence
An owl calls my name.
~
Why all these
Miss-understandings? (spelling, sic)
Why not Mister?
~
Two or Three Haiku
by Shirley Smith Franklin
Haiku
Habit forming. (p.s., It really is! Like eating popcorn...it's hard to stop!)
~
Dusk in the forest.
Out of gathering silence
An owl calls my name.
~
Why all these
Miss-understandings? (spelling, sic)
Why not Mister?
~
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