Today’s haiku challenge:
My style is the five/seven/five syllable structure. Here are my 10 haiku poems:
Therapy dogs come
only when something is wrong,
but they are still dogs.
He picked up the phone,
finally, for therapy,
and then put it down.
For bees, therapy
was when making the honey,
but then it’s stolen.
Therapy for the
rhino was in the water …
until lions came.
Darkness was able
to find therapy in light:
the stars and the moon.
Light found therapy
in shadows on the sidewalk —
reflection of life.
Therapy could heal
the brain, but only if the
brain allowed it to.
“Help me, please,” he said.
The therapist said, “Why, yes …
… this is therapy.”
People have it wrong.
It’s “help” that’s the hardest word —
to get therapy.
For death, therapy
wasn’t bodies, but the chance
to feel all the love.
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