Today’s haiku challenge (just under the wire today, I’m a bit late):
My style is the five/seven/five syllable structure. Here are my 10 haiku poems:
my instinct when you
came around, was to hermit,
and miss you leaving.
after you left me
my instinct for what to do:
lighting a wet match.
instinct once told me
to wait for you, hold out hope.
now I long alone.
my instinct neutered,
I wander around earth lost
beneath its surface.
depression instinct:
sleep until it goes away.
Comes back? Sleep again.
depression instinct:
self-sabotage until she
comes back to trash heap.
depression instinct:
do my haiku catharsis,
ink away the pain.
philosopher king,
what is this instinct, you think?
pull the string: wind-up.
bee had one instinct:
get the pollen to flower,
and do it again.
lion’s one instinct:
find the meat and eat the meat.
The simplicity.
