Since late spring, when I awake, one of the first things I do is check my “Following” tab on threads.net That’s because a woman in Ontario, Anne Morrigan, posts a daily haiku prompt under the heading “HaikuFeels.”
I have become addicted. It’s a great 17 syllable way to start the day. I’ve found I take much joy and satisfaction and a certain amount of superior snarkiness when I can put together a piece that shows us the humor of the homonym. Here are ten, joined together as one. BTW- anyone can join in, we’re not a gang, no blood in blood out required.
Sometimes I will graze when I visit the bookstore. Words: food for the soul. My ship was scuttled. Excess coal scuttles below. English, man. It’s weird. S is for SLITHER. It’s onomatopoeia. And it is perfect. Squash is a court sport. And a drink. And vegetable. Our language is weird. Did you drink too much? Plastered. Bandage on your chin? Also, a plaster. Football boats fishing Use their version of tackle Maybe not your thing? Shivs are prison knives. I want to be neither the shiv-er or the shiv-ee Which meaning, secrete? To hide? To discharge hormones? A very odd word. That homonym Chill! Hot to cold, calm to terror. Proper useful that. What then is haiku; a flash journal of your thoughts Born fresh ev’ry day.
I like words. No shame here.
Awesome! Sort of like stream of consciousness haiku!