Haiku
I used to blog only in haiku.
When Billy Collins* came to speak in Jackson Hole, I scrawled feverishly in my Moleskin notebook the haikus he read.
My two Collins faves:
Mid-winter evening,
alone at a sushi bar—
just me and this eel.
Moon in the window—
the same as it was before
there was a window.
And now, another Ze Frank Special: Election Haikus. Wow! Had I known about this on Tuesday, maybe I wouldn’t have been obsessively checking CNN, Facebook, The Daily Show, BarackObama.com, etc. etc. But, I don’t think it’s too late to compose one or seven or seventy-billion. Enjoy them. Write some. It’s easy. We learned it in second grade: five-seven-five.
Here’s Mine:
Nov. 6, 2008
Snow covers cars, trees,
glistens on the long hard road
ahead beautiful
*As the poet laureate from 2001 to 2003, Billy Collins instituted a genius idea to have public high school read one poem each day, in class, over the loudspeaker, at lunch, whatever. The result are two compilations of modern poems that Collins thinks will resonate with high schoolers. As the owner of the first 180 collection, I feel the poems resonate with me, and I’ve taken Collins’ advice to not try to understand them.
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