I think I need to give in to the reality that I see before me. I am a Haiku writer. Not that I’m necessarily a very good Haiku writer. I do some things that a Haiku purist would frown upon or cause an outright dismissal of my work. The only way what I am writing resembles haiku is in the structure. I write 17 syllables in 3 lines: 5 – 7 – 5. I also use some punctuation within the first 2 lines, as well as contractions. I guess it is all in what I set out to do. The Haiku form is challenging to me and there is a large sense of satisfaction derived from getting one just right. That doesn’t happen very often, in my opinion, but I will keep on trying. No one has called me out yet. It doesn’t mean that I am going to stop writing longer poems/prose but that I will likely be focusing more on Haiku.
I see writing Haiku in the same way I approach living with Bipolar Disorder. Everything needs to be just right to stay on that level ground I need to have to keep from going off course and slipping into an episode. Haiku is the same way. The structure has to be there, then the words have to match the structure. Then you need to be sure you’re conveying the meaning you intended when you started. Everything has to be in the right place or you will find yourself Going Sideways. Of course, the penalty for a poorly constructed Haiku is not nearly on the order of what I face if I let the Bipolar slip. Both present their own challenges and I need to keep things together in order to face them.
in silence exhale
truths as you inhale