Today’s haiku challenge:
My style is the five/seven/five syllable structure. Here are my 10 haiku poems:
speak my name one more
time, but without the disdain.
I just can’t take that.
look at me with those
brown eyes when you do speak my
name again, just once.
being around you,
even with no words to speak,
makes me feel alive.
you’re unable to
speak those three words anymore.
And yeah, I get it.
speak to me with need
and you know I will be there,
because it’s you … you.
When bees need to “speak,”
they do a “dance” — a waggle,
to help find the food.
Picture that last one:
To “speak,” bees do a waggle.
Nature is funny.
On the other hand,
to speak, the lion roars, grunts,
growls, snarls, purrs, and woofs.
If a lion had
to do a waggle to speak,
they’d be less scary.
Sometimes, I don’t like
to speak, so I stay quiet.
It’s peaceful that way.
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