Today’s haiku challenge:
My style is the five/seven/five syllable structure. Here are my 10 haiku poems:
He’s comfortably
content, like a fish in a
bowl, none the wiser.
He’s comfortably
numb — content — like a gray floyd.
But that’s redundant.
Content almost seems
to have a connotation
that is negative.
That is, content seems
passive, not wanting any
more. You’re good as is.
But if you were to
stop striving, and be content,
are you still living?
Drink the contents of
my sorrow and understand
where I’m coming from.
The contents were a
wispy smoke drifting away.
Never to be had.
A bee was content
because it wasn’t alone.
There were other bees.
After the hunt, meal
Lion was content, happy.
Calm, licking its lips.
Content was angry:
Because it always wants more
content — not content.
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