On my commute this morning, I was contemplating herons, and why they fly with their necks folded to a tight S, when cranes stretch long like geese. Any ideas?
I passed a dark pond backed with greening trees and was blessed to watched an egret descend on the water, uncoiling its long neck, heron-style, as dipped its feet lightly in the water. And I thought to myself, Startlingly white! To what end?*
And then occurred to me:
to fish, the egret
is a white cloud in blue skies
over green water
In fairness, it didn’t occur to me in 5-7-5 haiku format, although I do utter phrases of exactly 17 syllables more often that you might reasonably expect or attribute to chance.**
Anyway, it was more like this: an image of a fish from the egret’s viewpoint: bulbous eyes gazing skyward … Aha!
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*The Jim-in-my-head talks exactly like this. Be thankful you don’t have to hear him all the time, like I do.
**And this is a prime example of a “poem” that is really just a somewhat interesting sentence with odd line breaks, right, Jinglebob?
Archangel Stomp 
It's the odd line breaks
interrupting the sentence
that make it a poem.
Otherwise it's just a bunch of wet chickens, innit?
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until this moment
the debt this haiku owes to
williams was unseen
thanks, eph!
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Right Jim!
I still say, if it don't rhyme, it ain't a poem. 😉
Well maybe, if it don't rhyme, it's not a poem I am very interested in. 🙂
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Another thought, William Shatner must talk in poems all the time, by you guys standards, huh?
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That Shatner bit was pretty good, JB!
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On MY commute this morning
I was contemplating
picking up dry cleaning,
why I'm not revising,
and the green blob hanging
from my screaming toddler's nose.
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Ooh! I love the detail. And the color!
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please define the word poetry.
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Please define the word, poetry.
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