A Dream, a few Vodkas and three Haikus

I never was the best poet. I was puzzled by everyones poetry and everyone was puzzled by mine, and so I have diligently stuck with prose. Tonight however, my restraint being utterly overwhelmed by the spirit of the season, the memory of a dream, and a flirtatious bottle of Vodka in which I have overindulged, I have dared to scribble these three haikus - in the conviction that I cannot possibly be a worse poet tipsy - to describe what I felt when I dreamt a dream in January, pursued it till October, and subsequently watched it dashed to the rocks.

Try to be humane with your comments.

The birth of a dream

First notes of a tune.

.........Wreathed grandly in dips and tones,

.........is a heart in bloom.

The pursuit of a dream

A mind sore anxious.

Heartbeats a wild percussion.

To be or not to?


The death of a dream

Cheeks charted by springs

.....flowing in step with a dirge,

.........streaked by a dark grief.



PS - My awesome voice is up on geisha's blog.

PPS- I'm waiting for your reply to my emails Standtall!