Today’s haiku challenge:
My style is the five/seven/five syllable structure. Here are my 10 haiku poems:
Whatever happens,
it’s only random chaos
and not purposeful.
One day they will write
the following epitaph:
“Who cares? Whatever.”
Yes, nothing matters,
but once you realize this truth,
then it’s whatever.
When the antelope
tried to reason with lions,
they said, “Whatever.”
So the antelope
would begin his fast running,
but stopped. Whatever.
The sun yawned awake
trying to nudge me awake,
too. But whatever.
Bees carried pollen
to flower day after day.
No thanks? Whatever.
He fell much lower —
depths beyond comprehension —
flailing, “Whatever.”
The pain ebbed and flowed
seeming with rhythm and reason
But not. Whatever.
Darkness takes its hold,
as it drags me down, leans in,
whispers, “Whatever.”
Great haikus! I would imagine that “whatever” is a hard word to work with, but it works well and gives the poems an ironic kind of humor!
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Thank you, Tirza! “Whatever” was certainly a challenging one because it’s not exactly a poetic word, but it does lend itself to tapping into darker humor!
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