Years ago, when I fell into what is sometimes referred to as “writer’s block,” I found an outlet in haiku, tanka, cinquain, and other short form poems. I made a pledge to myself to write three lines a day, sometimes five. I was able to keep it up for over a year, until the file folder, neatly titled “haiku a day” was inadvertently sucked into the cyber trash.
I’ve been in a little bit of a rut lately, so here is day 1 of the new “five lines a day” folder.
no mind for words, no
sink hole to burrow or free
from pen caps whose plastic scratches
leave no trace of helpful blood
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