Tuesday, January 4, 2011

5-7-5 syllabic effort ...



My tryst with haiku
remains a failure umpteenth,
I fret rhythm fall.

I count up and add,
I calculate, aim to carve
a haiku lively.

 I incarcerate
echo of a singing bird,
buzz of butterfly.

I steal a rainbow
from the torn indigo sky
and a laughing heart.

I pour all with love
lexis, thoughts race and fly high
 haiku is born bright.

2 comments:

Hairyman said...

I love experimentation with haiku! This one is especially awesome! :)

Celestial Dreamz said...

^ thank you.