I like the mini love stories the NYT puts out. They're written by regular folk. Less than 100 words. Today's story was written by someone who was married to a cowboy for many decades. I wrote this haiku about the photo she sent in with her piece:
cowboy fixing tack
horse patiently waits and wonders
about tack's importance
I'm also a regular reader of the NYT Modern Love column. I love the stories and the accompanying illustrations by Brian Rea. These columns are also written by regular folk. This week's story was by a man who didn't want his girlfriend to bring expensive cheese to a dinner party. She broke up with him soon thereafter. I wrote this haiku about his situation.
why so controlling?
Does cheese really matter that much?
lonely days ahead now
Then I decided to write a haiku love story about our recent weekend with our grown children.
Rosalyn and Quinn
their giant autumn foliage
fill up 706
It's not the best haiku but why should I worry about that? I think it clearly communicates that these 2 people have a significant impact on our lives. It also refers to the season which is a hallmark of traditional haiku.
Now it's time for a vacation. Glorious. It's fun to gallivant about with nary a care in the world.
1 comment:
I too like the 100 word stories. The NYT had a contest for high school kids writing 100 word memoirs (didn't have to be love), and several of my kids wrote really good ones!
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