While I’m still being processed and oppressed by the fascist regime’s murderous social cleansing machine, I’m a writer with many words stored but fewer to express. I use poetry, naturally, but lately I’ve been toying with haiku.
Haiku is of course the Japanese form of poetry, where a verse is three lines – rarely rhyming – of five, seven and five syllables. The art is in using the minimalist (even for poetry) structure, not so much to tell a story as capture an instant.
If you’re really good, you might write more than one meaning into the same few words. This was a quick one I knocked up in an existential moment, about an individual life, the universe and everything.
GREEN-ISH BLUE SNEEZE
I don’t know if she ever took up Haiku, but who’s afraid of Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings anyway?
Haiku is like a poetic sneeze, a kind of Japanese onomatopoeia.