Jan See Art

I am no poet and poems hardly resonate with me.

The few times I could connect with poems, these usually were very fitting to deeply personal experiences at a certain time. Kind of like a soundtrack for your last summer, the song at your first kiss, the music you danced with your first love to, or the song describing your deepest loss.

I gave poetry a fair try as a teenager and produced the usual coming of age Klischees and world pain. When I have time, this link might lead to some: (no link yet)

This month, my connection to poems drastically changed. I am often laconical, avoid small talk and am happy with awkward silence.

Listening to teacher Luke’s podcast, another creative door opened to one form of poetry: haikus.

It’s brevity, chiseled form and multifaceted interpretations, deeply resonated with me.

Still learning the basics, so apologies for any words escaping the form.

I prefer the shorter 3-5-3 to 5-7-5 syllables per line due to the limitations requiring more discipline.

Posting below in the comments as an easy way to timestamp and continue.