Having been ill for the last two and a half days, I have got behind with this “poem a day” business.
One of my fellow, “NaPoWriMoers” informed me I cannot miss a day without a doctor’s certificate…
So rather than bother an already over-worked member of the medical profession, I have just decided to write three poems today.
These are all “sijo”, a Korean form which pre-dates Haiku.
I just took three aspects of my day, and put them into the form.
THREE SIJO FOR A BLEARY DAY
1. Pins and thread, taking up hems on trouser legs of formal pants
Still not tall, but there you are, in suit and tie, such a man, yet
Still needing, minor adjustments, final touches, to the boy.
2. She is safe. Apparently. She is “very nice”. But what am I?
Dangerous. A woman for limited times; specific needs.
Were I there, you would have laughter, and songs, and sex. All unsafe.
3. This illness has drawn me in to a kind of bleak solitude.
The pounding, numbs my hearing. The aches put limits on movement.
I am left, alone with pure life. A feeling thing. No more thoughts.