Leaf at last
Hankering for a haiku
At last I see you fall and wonder at the stagey show
As leaf meets lake and is enthralled
By surface tension’s unrelenting pull
T’was twilight as your little dance did prove
My inner poet’s beating heart to move
And now to quill I certain must depart
To pen my verse, to test my lyric art
And dare to challenge verse with all the best
Until I do so sure I'll never rest
Yet bare three lines are never quite enough
Five syllables a seven and five can be so tough
Thus spare a thought for this poor struggling bard
Who finds that haiku writing can be hard
~ O ~ o ~
While on a woodland walk yesterevening, I stopped at a lake to watch the bats feasting on insects above the water. For the first time this autumn, I managed to see a leaf fall from a tree into the water. Sadly, too dark by then to photograph, so I hope the twilight bird and bat action will compensate.
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Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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Comments (6)
Delightful! I agree totally with you: “Yet bare three lines are never quite enough Five syllables a seven and five can be so tough”😳🥹
Wow, wow, wow. Great poem for the season.
I love how you start with such beautiful, poetic imagery of the leaf meeting the lake and that "stagey show" of autumn, then cleverly reveal you're actually struggling to write a haiku about it all.
I love your playful honesty about the challenge of writing a haiku.
Yes sometimes it's so difficult when we are restricted to three lines and 17 syllables. Loved your poem and photo!
I was puzzled, searching for the haiku. Lovely poem, i miss the woodlands. How are you doing.