I’m a day late; here is yesterday’s haiku challenge, which is actually a repeat of a recent one. You can read my first 10 haiku poems with this prompt here.
My style is the five/seven/five syllable structure. Here are my 10 haiku poems:
speak my name one more
time, let it jostle your lips —
remind you of love.
speak my name one more
time, let it caress your lips
like lovely raindrops.
speak my name one more
time, let it not sound foreign,
and conjure old times.
speak my name one more
time, let it stay in your mind —
never forget me.
speak my name one more
time, actually, never
stop speaking my name.
to speak is to find
out how submerged your voice is,
and if it will come.
I can’t speak without
uncertainty, and without
outward shaking fear.
Sometimes, to speak is
to stumble, embarrassment,
and then I turtle.
The bee speaks to me:
Free to fly, nectar, and gets
to sleep on flowers.
The lion speaks to me:
A lot of sleeping without
fear of predators.
Milam's Musings 