During my googling I discovered this post on Yoga for Cynics. The author claims that Ginsberg wrote the following impromptu "haiku" at an event at Naropa in '90 or '91. It doesn't follow the American Sentence format, being 23 syllables by my count, but that is a much more mystical number than 17.
Just wandered in from
the void for a poetry
reading, the next morning
I was hung over.
Here's my first ever American Sentence:
Bluejays crowd sparse limbs, squeaky cries reminding me of rusty hinges.
Try it - it's fun. Post yours here as a comment if you wish.
Yeah! I always appreciate a new form of poetry/expression. However, I prefer the mystical 23, so here's my contribution:
ReplyDeleteMy cold numb toes
Cause me to fall
as I slog through wretched snow
icy tears fall
yearning for spring
Nice one!
ReplyDeleteWhat shall we call the 23-syllable poem as a form?
hmmm, about about a Mystical Madrigal . . . or an Orphic Ode . . .
ReplyDeleteI like 'em both, sweetie!
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