Subject: Athletes' winter haikus• The cold wind blows, sharp
The desert is frozen, still.
I wanted to ride.
• Sliced deep, to the bone,
nothing moves not bundled-up.
I wanted to run.
• Skin feels brittle
and it hurts to take a breath.
maybe the trainer?
• Eyes tear in the cold,
frostbite is not a good thing.
maybe the treadmill?
Each to be taken individually, but also as a collective.
Constructive criticism isn't resented; I've not written haiku since jr. high. I know "on" are not the same as syllables, but Westerners have modified the style as such, and it works well for my purposes.
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