I think, perhaps, I have commitment issues. Try as I might, I simply can not stick to a poetic routine. Perhaps routines work against the poetic inspiration? Regardless, I have decided to keep using the #haikuchallenge prompts, even though I have completely failed the concept of writing a haiku daily.
That being said, this post picks up where I left off from the previous post, with an additional poem that has nothing to do with the #haikuchallenge. I wrote Unsaid pt. 2 as a continuation of my thoughts after writing Unsaid. There's this concept I have been wanting to work with, and that is telling narrative through haiku. Or, to be more accurate, to tell haiku-inspired narrative, as my haiku are non-traditional and mostly haiku in form only. With that in mind, Blurred II is a continuation of my thoughts from Blurred in a previous post.
As usual, I encourage feedback in the comments below this post or via twitter @WestonHasty. One of these days, perhaps, I'll write some traditional haiku to shake things up a bit.
Unsaid
(#haikuchallenge 3/15/16)(send)
"Hi" the message reads.
Just do it. Hit send. Hit send.
Delete and delete.
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Unsaid pt. 2
It would have been easy
Hitting send and just waiting.
The blinking cursor |
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The Journey
(#haikuchallenge 3/16/16)(almost)
"Almost there." He said.
A busted, decrepit car.
"Almost..." Choked whisper.
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Blurred II
(#haikuchallenge 3/17/16)(need)
Defining a need.
Connection, Interaction
and Conversation
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Horizon
(#haikuchallenge 3/18/16)(far)
The distant mountain
Not so distant at sundown
Far, the here will be
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Milk Carton
(#haikuchallenge 3/19/16)(ran)
Left unattended
No less happy here than there
And so the boy ran
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Circus
(#haikuchallenge 3/20/16)(horror)
Feral Hit And Run
Cacophony of Silence
Roadside Horror Show
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The Bridge
(#haikuchallenge 3/21/16)(bridge)
Shelves lined long with tomes
That musty odor that hangs
A sign reads, "The Bridge"
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