Treasure Island

Sana Olivia Hernandez

(3.31 / Roseburg, Oregon)


A haiku is what,
I am writing here right now.
Pitiful poem.


Submitted: Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, July 02, 2014

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  • Ed Nigma (7/2/2014 1:53:00 AM)

    LMAO! That was a great ending, though I had to be the breaker of bad new the last line is 6 syllables =/ don't hate the messenger... Just take out the word My and you are all good ^_^ (Report) Reply

  • Daniel Brick (6/29/2014 8:34:00 PM)

    This is very clever, that is, you wrote a perfectly decent poem but for the purposes of your theme, you use self-deprecating humor. The whole purpose of a haiku is to suggest things, because you can't possibly deal with a subject in just 17 syllables. You are showing without stating it that the haiku form is very challenging and seems a lot easier than it is. Later Japanese poets (late 19th,20th c.) used the Tanka form which adds two more lines. I prefer it to the haiku. The 20th c. poet Yosano Akiko was the mistress of the tanka and gave great encouragement to female writers. She is really special - check her out - you might write tankas too! ! (Report) Reply

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