This is the debut of my own poetry on this blog! This is probably a one-time thing, I don't generally share what I write, but these are fun, so there's not too high a risk of baring my soul.
Jack Kerouac reinvented the Haiku, saying, "I propose that the 'Western Haiku' simply say a lot in three short lines in any Western language. Above all, a Haiku must be very simple and free of all poetic trickery and make a little picture and yet be as airy and graceful as a Vivaldi Pastorella". (Thanks for lending me the book, Tess!)
Some examples from Kerouac:
White clouds of this steamy planet
obstruct
My vision of the blue void
Why'd I open my eyes?
because
I wanted to
The pine woods
move
In the mist
So, I woke up this morning, and wrote a few Kerouac-style American Haiku (Haiku is the plural). They're a bit wordier than his, but that's okay, because they aren't under syllabic constraint.
and this winter has turned to summer
with a single wave of a
quivering leaf
I slept with the stars last night,
to feel the closeness of their
celestial bodies
This morning an eagle
flew over my head
straight to the mountains
I stole a bit of moss.
You may laugh, but
I once had to live without forests.
If one stares at an object long enough
in contemplation,
it becomes dear.
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