Choosing the Right Form to Describe Adequately the Cherry Blossoms
The cherries wait. They know the form,
And how the blossom seasons work
Though threats of hungry insects lurk
And frost, and hail, and thunderstorm.
The cherries wait, while poets poise,
Their brushes on their blocks of ink
And feverishly try to think
Of brand new thoughts above the noise.
If I could write in Japanese,
If I could count to seventeen,
Could I describe the blossom scene
Before it tumbles in the breeze?
While haiku is a form I love,
For cherries, it’s not pink enough.
Edward is a lecturer and writer, mostly on business and politics. He often posts twittaku (double haiku in 140 characters) on Twitter, plus the occasional political limerick.