Typical Broad

I’ve started a new project to keep me writing, at least a little bit, each day.

I’m calling it #DailyHaiku.

Props to my friend Melissa for reminding me recently how much I love haiku. She and I, along with several others I went to high school with, wrote silly haiku (that’s the plural version of the word) during drama club rehearsal. We recently had this “OMG remember that?!” moment on Facebook, and it made me contemplate haiku again.

For those not familiar, haiku is a form of Japanese verse that is written in 17 syllables divided into three lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables. I wouldn’t normally explain this, because my background in English and journalism makes it seem pretty obvious, but this week I realized it isn’t obvious to some who don’t possess a little background in poetry and verse.

Each week I plan to share my week’s worth of haiku, in case you happened to miss them on my social media pages during the week. My goal is to portray my life as is – the funny moments, happy moments, things I struggle with, and more.

Here are my haiku from the past week. I hope you enjoy.

 

Rain, a loving sound
bringing life to the weary
leaves and green to graves

~

The birds are confused.
Is it winter or summer?
Should we fly elsewhere?

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I don’t mind traffic.
More time to sing in the car
and enjoy the sun.

~

Some days are harder
You try to forget it all
Then you remember

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If you go visit
Plymouth you don’t need to see
the rock. This is it.

~

My brother hates me
and will never forgive me.
He never loved me.

How could he if it’s
so easy to write me off?
I wish him the best

even though it hurts
like hell and I feel as though
I’m a bag of trash

thrown out without a
second thought by him. I guess
that’s what I deserve.

~

Not many people
understand the battle scars
from wars of the mind.

That is why you learned
to be so entertaining;
so you could hide them.

But there comes a time
when you can’t hide anymore
or laugh them away.

It gets exhausting
to put on a show each day.
And people will leave

because they like the
show and not you. You wonder
who the hell you are

behind the curtain.
But others who are backstage
have known all along.

~