I’m no poet, but Karen at Outpost Mavarin has assigned us to write a poem to celebrate National Poetry Month, and in the interest of building character, I’ll give it a shot. In the interest of getting it over with, I’m going to go with haiku, because I think I can handle seventeen syllables of verse.
Dark early morning
bed shakes, I leap up and stand,
hear glasses clinking
In honor of the Great Chicago Earthquake of 2008.
I like it! I felt like I was there. I hope there was no damage. We slept through it.
Thanks. No need to fear — the wine glasses were undamaged.
I thought it was short, sweet, and to the point..
Good job with an economy of words..
Oh, well done! Good imagery packing into seventeen syllables, evoking a moment in time. I totally forgot there was a quake in the midwest this week. I thought I felt one once in Manlius, NY, but it turned out they used too much dynamite at a newarby state park. I never found out what they were trying to blow up!
Karen and Joyce – Thanks. And Karen, seriously, how can you use TOO MUCH dynamite in a state park?
Y’know, I thought that rather odd, myself! But that’s what the news anchor told me when he called me back.
hey— i thought haiku was 5-7-5.
here’s another, inspired by the same event.
true story, it is.
this is NC-17, so read at your own peril:
that earthquake last week?
my friend K. thought it was just
her man jerking off.
A commemorative haiku — how clever. I’m glad the wine glasses made it intact ;0)
Congratulations on being the only person to actually count the syllables in the second line. It should have read “bed shakes, I leap up and stand,” and I’m correcting it now.
I’ve written three or four different comments on yours, but I’ve deleted them all. I don’t think I want to post them, even on an anonymous blog. It’s very, very funny.
Kiva – So was I. The big ones are expensive!
Hi thanks for posting thiss