Writing Journal

I've been picking up poetry again. Most of what I've been coming up with is too personal for me to post right now, though.

I did discover over the week of Christmas that I have to tap myself when trying to figure out the syllables for a haiku. I can't tap the table or someone else's leg; it has to be my own. I guess I have to feel the weight of my fingertips in order to feel the poem. (Yeah, that was intentionally artsy-fartsy.)

To prove that I've been writing, here's the haiku I was composing when I learned the above quirk.

One Way
There is only one
Way to kiss the insides: to
Love as He doth love.