I recently ran into a blog, fender bender, nothing serious, where a writer did a haiku on ecology. You can see it here. And since then I have become obsessed with Haiku. (EDIT: It's not Haiku)
My heart falls into a void
There is something about it that has pinned my subconscious against the wall and forced me to make up haiku after haiku (Didn't you hear me, I said it's not Haiku)
Caesar says et tu brute
With knife in his back
It's gotten so bad that I have created an imaginary friend named Koo so I can say hi to her all the time.
Now my haiku (What are you blind?) is not strict haiku (It's like talking to a door). It's a very loose rendition (Very loose, like how an aardvark is related to a Blue Whale) of haiku, only following these rules: three lines with 5 syllables in the first line, seven syllables in the second line and 5 syllables in the third line.
No word with more than one sound
syllable is not
Strict haiku is best written and spoken in its native tongue. Someone once said, haiku can not be appreciated until it is heard in its native Klingon.
I think I am possessed. I am beginning to only...
Speak in just Haiku
three lines of five, seven, five
Oh no I'm obsessed