Recently, I have been bitten by the poetry bug. I don’t know exactly when it happened, but I know it did. Some days I don’t get the time to even look at myself in the mirror, but I still write. Though I don’t get much sleep most nights as a mom of a wee 2-month-old, I have been up at midnight writing. Creating.
I am what you might call a poetry virgin. I have no clue about meter, rhythm or the different types of poetry. I mostly free write. I have miles to go before I am any good. This is very obvious to me when I read the work of others, which I have been doing a lot. I troll poetry blog hops devouring poetry, admiring each poet’s creativity and envying their skills. But maybe one day I will get there. This is my very first attempt at a haiku. Simple but it is a start. Does it have to be profound?
my soul desires
to write many a haiku
today I begin.