Here is a haiku that I wrote. On the surface, it is about the life of a night-shift factory worker who tries to support his family. If you delve a little deeper, however, you will find the central character a man frought with internal strife and regret:
Torn from daylight sleep;
My new infant cries aloud.
I should have pulled out.
While "new infant" is somewhat redundant, I liked the flow of the phrase and the soft consonant and vowel sounds. And what should the central character have "pulled out" of? That's up to the reader, really, to determine the exact meaning. Classy, classy poetry.
That's some thought-provoking shit, not at all like my 'I use my eyebrow tweezers as a roach clip' poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks! And, like all good poetry, it was a tool of humiliation against someone who irritated me.
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