Thursday, July 06, 2006

Confession or Catharsis?

Things are not as they
teach us--the Earth is hollow;
I have touched the sky.

I wrote the above haiku after a very difficult few months in my life. My world was topsy-turvy, and I was discovering that my perfect little bubble had popped. Nothing I had done, intentionally or otherwise, had initiated the chain of events, but I was left feeling hollow.

I'd come to the realization that everything my parents had taught me was a little tainted by a pseudo-perfection. Well, maybe not everything, but quite a bit was now questionable. The haiku was not so much confessional, as putting my state of mind down on paper.

It took me 6 months to get those 17 syllables worked out. Took me almost that long to admit I was hurting.

For more (completely optional) prompts, visit Poetry Thursday.

2 comments:

Maureen said...

The simplest words and poem structure can be the deepest. I know what you mean by the six months it took to get those 17 syllables down on paper. Those are 17 syllables packed with feeling.

Jim Brock said...

The middle line does it all for me.

Very wow.