Haiku. Not buying into it.

 


Picture thanks to Zoe Adrian and Scott Blair. Good day’s hike.

Poetry? Dinky messages. 
Japanese. 
Value seems more in the 
Words left unsaid 
Inferences drawn. 
Curtain only partially 
Pulled back for 
Something beautiful. 
But remember Fella. 
Little people. 
Little land space. 
Little tenuous tightrope 
For effecting cohabitation. 
No larger messages 
Since Emperor worship 
Went down in flames. 
Hirohito shuffling around 
In housecoat and sneakers 
Lamenting in unfinished 
Sentences. 
Ejaculating bits of thoughts. 
Alone. 

Threatenings of tsunami.

Nuclear meltdown.

And here I stand in Canada. 
Land scarcely inhabited. 
Anglophone with vast terminology 
Synonyms beyond counting. 
Crazy variety. 
Large it seems, in every respect. 
But is it pompous, showy? 
Using fifty dollar words. 
Jabbering on 
Way after one is finished? 
Not hearing the bell? 
To each his own. 
I’m thinkin’.

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