Turn around. You don’t want to read this.
I don’t know why I assigned myself to this course. I don’t like poetry. I have no patience for poetry. I don’t understand poetry.
BUT yet, here I am.
You’re asking yourself – or most likely me – Charlie, why are you subjecting yourself to this if you don’t even *like* poetry. I have no f’ing idea. Maybe it’s my subconscious’ way of getting me to try something different. Maybe it’s a way to get more creative with my writing.
Or maybe I just like punishing myself.
I’m supposed to write a haiku for today. Water is the prompt and simile is the device.
I’m leaving you ample time to leave this post. I won’t be mad.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Water shining bright.
Surrounding and calming me.
Clear blue as your eyes.
Did you know that there’s a cousin to the haiku? A tanka? The structure is similar to that of a haiku but goes two extra lines that are seven syllables each.
Shall we try?
(Oh, yes, Charlie. Because you *aren’t done* torturing yourself. Shut the f’ up.)
Crystal blue waters.
Filled with many different
creatures. All living
placidly under the calm
blue sea. No one knows they’re there.