a lady there was
and they called her Jill Jane Jones
as it sounded fine
born in sunny June
but icy as December
beautiful as snow
couldn't love or laugh
couldn't cry, hate, or scowl
couldn't sing or dance
dawn until the dusk
did her work without complaint
didn't ask a thing
ever by herself
evening and morning too
ever in silence
Fate spoke out one day:
form seventeen syllables
from thoughts in your mind
give them room to breathe
give them sushine, Jill Jane Jones
give them all but rhyme
haikus you'll call them
Haiku Jill is who you'll be
heaven bless you, dear
I think you can guess
if she listened to Fate's words
it's in the title...
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6 comments:
By taking simple forms,
Mixing to create true art,
You have made me smile.
Loved it. Found it very amusing - hope that's ok!
Stella, how beautiful!!! Could you give us a lesson on writing haiku? It's catchy.
Good morning!!!
Hugs, JJ
BT -
thanks, it's my pleasure
glad if my messing around
creates amusement
Dave - well, I'll have to check with the manager, but I'm pretty sure she'll think it's alright ;)
JJ - Take any thought, put it into 17 syllables, then break it down into 5-7-5. And go wild :)
Have been listening to some early Dylan recently and reckon your ballad would sit well with him. Can almost hear the strumming of his guitar, his nasal twang, as he draws out The Ballad of Haiku Jill. Good one, Stella.
Thanks, Paul, I'm imagining the harmonica accompaniment as we speak.
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