Purveyor of rhyme,
A friend, the troubadour; or--
The sensitive soul. haiku by Eric Wharton
I find that if we lift our eyes just a few times each day, we will discover something poetic that might just touch our hearts.
Of course putting those emotions in a 17-syllable poem is another matter altogether!
A brief explanation of my style of haiku writing, though.
I believe in traditional haiku that must speak about nature and I try to follow the pattern of two lines exposing a particular scene and a third line making a commentary.
And as of mid-August, 2013. I've been experimenting with modern English haiku which doesn't require the stiff 5/7/5 pattern.
However, after my decision to continue the project another year, I have decided to use the haiku structure as a departure for "haiku-like" poems having three lines but not more that 17 syllables.
I like how the warmth of a blanket contrasts with the cold of the rest of the poem. It's surprising, but also a fitting description of how a snowy slope looks, so I think it works well.
I struggled to picture it "distilling hope" though. I'm not sure what this would look like as a physical description, and as an emotional description I couldn't quite see how it fit in. Might it be better to let the implied comfort of a blanket provide the personification?
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