I'm no writer or poet by any means, but I like to dabble a bit. I've always loved language and words since I was little... even now I love just perusing dictionaries and thesauruses (is that even a word? maybe it's 'thesaurii', haha) for fun. Etymology is fascinating to me and always has been. So it's safe to assume that I like literature and poetry. And it's true, though I rarely grab for a writing apparatus myself and dare to pen something of my own. Maybe that's because I tend to take myself too seriously and strive to conjure up a flawless work of art every time I am semi-inspired. Or perhaps I limit myself and get stuck by attempting said 'work of art' in a meter, i.e. iambic pantameter, or maybe dactylic hexameter, if to which you are unenlightened, Wikipedia (yay!) gives this brief explanation:

The most important Classical meter is the dactylic hexameter, the meter of Homer and Virgil. This form uses verses of six feet. The first four feet are dactyls, but can be spondees. The fifth foot is almost always a dactyl. The sixth foot is either a spondee or a trochee. The initial syllable of either foot is called the ictus, the basic "beat" of the verse. There is usually a caesura after the ictus of the third foot.

Yikes.

I have to admit, every time I hear the word 'poetry', images of dark, dramatic, and depressing themes spring to mind. Not that this is necessarily bad. There is a time and place for every emotion or experience to be shared, but we shouldn't overlook contentment, happiness and humour for the sake of sounding deep and profound. I certainly haven't exhausted the archives of poetry and literature in all of history, and certainly don't consider the above statements to serve as my blanket opinion on the subject. I just believe that perhaps, in the past, I've painted myself into a corner by trying too hard to fit into certain moulds of 'poetry'. What is exactly poetry anyway? *sigh* Okay, I digress.

The point of all that was to preface this: I found some old poems on a floppy that I wrote back in high school. I had completely forgotten about them. I wrote them on a whim and, for some reason, thought to save it. It's my favorite style of writing: haiku!

Monkey in a tree
Screeching like a wild banshee
Eats a banana

Yellow banana
Drop the peel onto the ground
Careless litterer

Elephant slips, falls
Onto his pachyderm rear
Wild laughter ensues

Like I said at the start, I'm no writer. ;)

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