Why I haiku.

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Last night, just as I was falling asleep, I had a wonderful idea for today’s blog. When I woke up this morning, it was gone. It fizzled into nothingness. I’m disappointed. Everyday’s blog entry should be tasty, chewy, and a solidly good read.

What do you do when you have something you want to write, an amazing idea, an astonishing eureka moment that you know would get people charged? Should I have turned on my recorder app on my iPhone, said a few words, and tucked in? It’s dark, and there’s nothing to write with bedside. Maybe what this really means is that I should tackle the shelves around the bed and make a place for ideas to incubate while I get the sleep I need.

When I write my haiku, they are poems with which I harness an impulsive thought into a 5-7-5-syllable format. I haiku the moon, the sea, the breeze, the stars, and love. I haiku sadness, longings, wonders, daydreams. They are the mesh through which you might see what dwells in my soul.

The last haiku I wrote is a series set in one poem. It’s kinda sad, and I wonder why that might be. As though I were jilted. Then I ask myself, why would I want anyone to know I have these thoughts? I’ll tell you why: Maybe they speak to someone. Maybe they could be a song, maybe someone can hear the music that matches these words.

Five Haiku, One Poem
By Paula Bender
11/06/11
Clouds blow by and I

Think about why you made me

Cry. You never tried.

Unlock my secrets

Learn what makes my heart go wild

Then scatter my fears.

Love is confusion.

A dance of uncertainty.

A hit or a miss.

Signals and chances

Longing looks, backward glances,

Go undetected.

Or so it would seem.

All I really want to do

Is believe the dream.