Today’s haiku challenge:
My style is the five/seven/five syllable structure. Here are my 10 haiku poems (it goes without saying that aesthetically “wreaked’ works better than “wreak,” so creative license and all that):
she wreaked havoc on
his soul, but was invited
in like a locust.
she wreaked havoc on
his soul, but he liked it that
way; he her martyr.
she wreaked havoc on
his soul, and hasn’t looked back
since — case has gone cold.
she wreaked havoc on
his soul, leaving him pieces
to reassemble.
she wreaked havoc on
his soul — reconfigured his
memories to mock.
the bees wreak havoc
when you interrupt their hive,
and you deserve it.
lion wreaks havoc
on zebras only taking
a stroll through the shrub.
books, only words on
a page, wreaked havoc on his
imagination.
night wreaked havoc on
day, bringing the shadows out
to play and to dance.
wreak havoc in life,
leaving something behind that
mattered to someone.
