Today’s haiku challenge:
My style is the five/seven/five syllable structure. Here are my 10 haiku poems:
up, up and away
to where the pain can’t reach me,
flying above it.
up, up and away
to where depression’s long arm
can’t reach me either.
up, up and away
to where anxiety is
left behind, whining.
The joke’s on me though:
You can’t get “up” enough to
ever escape them.
They say misery
loves company. Well, she will
be there, up or down.
falling from up there,
hitting the pavement with a
satisfying splat.
you can’t fall from up
high there, if you’re never up.
Only down and down.
down is the word I
understand, mood going up —
stuck elevator.
the bee went up and
down, visiting each flower,
happy either way.
the bear went up the
tree, to go into dream world,
and escape humans.
