When ennui settles, I usually delve into things forgot. Above is a haiku of sorts I wrote years ago in Instagram to go with a fitting image, which poem I decided to rewrite in shorthand. Here’s what it says:
one kiss tulips yours have mine
Clearly a pun. And I’m pretty darn sure you now know what the image is in my IG.
Critiquing the execution of the shorthand above, I’d say the lengths are disproportionate and the joining of the sounds are likely inaccurate — and if someone skillful in the art were to decipher it … confusion galore. But I like shorthand. I wish to become good at it. ❧
I stumbled across the word on vocabulary.com. It appears the noun hasn’t been used in any literary form, at least, none recorded by the website. Websters and Dictionary.com have not even the word in their entries.
The sentimental feeling you have about someone you once loved but no longer do.
Here’s an attempt in a form of a haiku:
dull skies and rain and liquid sunshine, the baffling razbliuto is
For how can she possess sentimental feeling towards him whom she no longer loves? A phenomenon, like liquid sunshine, of being human, I guess. Or maybe I am just a cold and heartless man. Haha.
a crow flies toward
a winter pale morning moon
Change beholds its to beholding last minute. I am trying to understand how metering in poetry works — the iambic, trochaic, etc. I cannot say for sure I’m doing it correctly here, but I like to suppose that I did (a haiku does not bother with meters too much, by the way).
The image convinces one that I did so, doesn’t it? 🙂