Haiku

Who turns down a dedication?

Share me
sprinkle old thoughts
away

Depends what you're dedicating. I'd hate to have a H.P. Lovecraft book dedicated to me Would you like to have the Last Requiem dedicated to you?

away
we flee
help!

I'm so vain. I was actually looking at myself and forgot all about haiku writing #facepalm.

I wouldnt mind actually

Help!
She cried
reborn

Being vain is such a pain, I wouldn't try - just makes you cry.

I'll consider once it's finished. It would make a good introduction for one of my book ideas, so maybe I'll save it until then.

reborn?
I'd rather
not

Why? Imagine if you were drop dead handsome. Not saying you're bad looking or anything. Foot in mouth.

Not
for anything
Give you up

Wouldn't know how it feels, nothing I've ever desired. I suppose women are, evolutionarily, predisposed that way. Flesh is more a(n un)necessary evil to me.

My, are we against 1-2 syllables tonight?

give you up
I shall, like a rag
throw away

Lucky men.

And no actually I love your 1 syllable ones, I'm just annoyed by my excessive romantic theme. Like I keep saying the same point again and again in different ways. I.e throw away - all my memories - ashes theme drumming now in my head.

Throw away
smouldering remnants
burnt

I see. Yes, you've been rather narrow, although sometimes when you attack a single theme relentlessly, you chip away the less attractive outer layers and reveal the gem inside. Then you throw away the rubbish and pretend all you ever wrote was the gem. That's what most poets and writers do.

burnt
soul-flesh
reek

What happens if you dont want to go anywhere near the single theme, gem or no gem?

Reek
rotten fish
cruel

You dig deep in your imagination and come up with something else. It depends what you use poetry for though; if you use it to process subconscious thought matter, you'll stay with whatever's brewing down there. Can be useful, depends on how you use it. If you simply wallow in self-pity, I doubt anything nobler will emerge; if you instead try to truly understand your subconscious, well... Remember, emotions are never caused by external factors. They can only arise on the inside. They are like seeds, dormant in the soil of your soul; external factors are water, and you get to decide which seeds that water is poured on. Most people don't decide, they simply allow the water to go wherever it happens to go as it takes much less effort.

Emotions tell you a lot about your inside - I call them 'messengers of the soul'. Listen to them closely, and you'll learn a lot about your true self.

cruel!
Destiny -
why?...

Wallowing in self pity sounds perfect I write out of vanity. I read for pleasures sake. Emotions are too confusing.

Why?!
Soft whisper
leaks

Well, there's two paths for that, and I wouldn't recommend either one. Your life, your call.

leaks
existence, bleeding
drops of time

Drops of time
form kaleidoscope of
colours

colours:
gently bow
the trees

Tainted
because of
you

The trees
sway against
wind

to silent music

wind
low tide
rain

Rain
endlessly
pounding

pounding
screaming fear
of death

Of death
they all ask
end