I love writing haiku. Moments exploded into a nutshell is how I see them. Like the hint of the song of a rare bird, the tiniest taste of something exquisite that fires a million thoughts. Sometimes a haiku appears just like that - fully formed and ready to go. Other times haiku morph and merge and turn into something unexpected, or with a change of line breaks the meaning is amplified.
I took the ferry today, to the city - it's a good place and time to find haiku.
I wonder which works best?
1/
leaving thoughts -
on the ferry our flag
twisted around the pole
2/
leaving thoughts on the ferry
our flag twisted
around the pole
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