Today’s haiku challenge:
My style is the five/seven/five syllable structure. Here are my 10 haiku poems:
perfection sat in
a glass inside the china
cabinet, sparkling.
perfection puddle:
I step in, reflecting my
insecurities.
perfect orbit,
earthbound depression, standing
still on the axis.
perfection cupped in
my hand — sleight-of-hand magic —
gone, if ever there.
my perfection teems
beneath the surface, a swarm
just waiting to fly.
perfection’s breath burns
on my skin, luring me in
promising fortunes.
perfection, a fool’s
errand; I run with a smile,
not seeing the hole.
perfection kisses
me at night in my dreams, and
I wake forgetful.
perfection is the
underside of a dumpster,
but at least they roll.
perfection drains me,
swirling to the bottom, and
slurping me back up.
