Haiku for Writing Exercise and Therapy

IMAGE BY INNO KURNIA FROM PIXABAY

“Catharsis Through Haiku”

Haiku is easy.

Haiku is nice. Sanity

Preserved in Haiku.

 

Thanks. Thank you Haiku

To distill my angst in counts

Of five seven five

 

Syllables, three lines,

Gives me some kind of control.

Even if it’s not true,

 

I can believe it.

Five syllables at line one.

Seven syllables

 

At line two. And then

Five syllables at line three.

I have control, see?

 

These are the only

Rules in Haiku. Simple to

Follow, don’t need more.

 

I can say nothing

And make it sound important.

Or say anything

 

Quite nonsensical,

Incomprehensible, yes?

No! What do you mean?

 

You think this makes sense?

I ramble and rant and rave,

Give words to my rage.

 

The quirky timing

Of a five seven five count

Takes the sharp bite out,

 

Eccentric and quaint

Haiku softens the striker

And fools the strikee.

 

For Haiku is cute,

Don’t you agree? Who sees it

Coming? This shot below

 

The belt, No fair fight

Here in the realm of Haiku.

It has power near

 

Or far. The power

Haiku sensibility

Is invisible.

 

Can you hurt from a

Blow you can’t feel the impact?

No offense, darling.

 

It’s all done with tact.

Haiku is graceful, discreet,

and sounds awful sweet.

Condensing my angst in counts of 5, 7, 5 was great therapy. Who knew?

“Single Mingle Without a Jingle - The False Love Meet and Greet”

I’m not ready yet,

But I put myself out there.

What is there to lose?

 

There is true freedom

Doing the single mingle

Without a jingle.

 

Do that meet and greet!

Brush up on your people skills,

You have time to kill.

 

No need to invest,

Practice active listening,

Relearn how to charm.

 

Charm on you, charmer!

Be sincere or be guarded,

Or both. You’re free now.

 

It’s nice to go out,

With no agenda to find

That special someone.

 

You were once hungry,

Then you got fed, fed upon.

You learned a lot, yes?

 

Now it is your time.

Nourish yourself this go ‘round.

Guard your treasure chest.

 

I’m not ready yet.

True freedom to socialize

Yet need nothing more.

 

Time to go inward

Fill up my well of being

Relationship free

 

My time is my own.

No pressure demands my way

I’m me. I am free.

 

Speeding up the grief.

I lost time, but not true love.

Time to heal is now.

 

Yet in the meantime,

I meet and I greet new peeps

And I want nothing.

 

No numbers, no texts.

Simply hello, how are you?

And then I move on.

 

I want nothing more,

When we part, we part as art.

I my way, you yours.

 

Simplicity, yes!

Brief connects is best for now,

I’m not ready yet.

Image by 955169 from Pixabay

“Hot Haiku About My Shower”

Soak the hair dripping

With warm droplets down my back

Running the gauntlet.

 

No dry shampoo here!

Frothing and circling fingers

Hair now free of grime.

 

Conditioner in,

Leave it be for duration

of luscious shower.

 

Gentle strokes neck face,

Don’t forget your ears! The back

Or the inside swirl.

 

Soap up massage,

Lather the arms, remember

The pits. Cleanse that smell.

 

Across the chest, under

The breasts, soaping, rubbing,

down over belly.

 

Around stretch the back,

The shoulders and the haunches,

Diagonal strokes

 

To reach the hard spots.

Down the legs and over the feet,

The soles need some grit.

 

Get the dead flesh off.

Rinse, linger, savor water

Running head to toe.

 

Shower completes me!

Ready to begin the day,

So hot, nice, and clean!

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So I challenge you,

Darling readers and writers,

To write a haiku

It does make the most marvelous therapy, and is a

good stretch for your writing muscles. Efficiency!

Give the art of Haiku a try!