Today’s haiku challenge:
My style is the five/seven/five syllable structure. Here are my 10 haiku poems:
cook me like a meal
you’ve savored, and then leave me
as the leftovers.
I cook up a scheme
to try to get you back here,
but I’m no plotter.
I cook up a scheme:
flowers, letters, and my love.
trash items to you.
when you cook up my
depression, light on the fire,
it’s already raw.
my depression is
the bread cooked too long in the
toaster: burnt, crispy.
cook away the fat
of my mind — depression gone —
and serve me up fresh.
cook me like a cracked
egg, runny yolk depression.
reborn omelette.
cook is the artist
of the kitchen, painting with
a skillet and knife.
bees don’t make good cooks;
they have a tendency to
cook honey too swarm.
a lion’s favorite
time to cook is every day,
or known as chewsday.
