April was National Poetry Month, making this article yesterday’s (or last month’s) news. But in that “glass is half full” sort of way, let’s imagine I’m getting a jumpstart on next April’s rhyming fun.
Poetry month…For me, it conjures up A-B-A-B rhyming patterns, Emily Dickinson, and the ever-enjoyable Haiku. What is a Haiku, you ask? It’s a form of Japanese poetry in three unrhymed lines of five, seven and five "syllables." The syllables are a loose translation of morae, the phonetic units used in Japanese poetry.
I briefly considered writing this piece entirely in the form of Haiku. Bad idea. As Haikus often describe nature, the weather forecast might look something like this:
Sunshine
Happy on my shoulders,
Mother Nature sprinkles love.
Bust out your flip-flops.
Clouds
Cumulonimbus,
I don’t get it, weatherman.
Do I need rain boots?
Snow
Brrr baby, it’s cold,
Jack Frost dances in the sky.
Must make hot cocoa.
Meteorologist
Warm fronts and cold fronts,
What the hell is a Doppler?
Local forecast, please.
Global Warming/The End
Poetry is fun,
Always, not just in April.
But we need ice caps.
