I guess I started writing poetry in earnest when I bought my first typewriter in 1968. I still have it, but haven't used it in years. At that time I wrote a little ditty on how typewriters inspire. Who knows where that first poem is? Anyway, here is the current haiku version of it:
Poet's voice now freed
Plat, plat, plat -- like big rain drops
In my web research yesterday I came upon some cat haiku. Here are my offerings:
Crawl onto my lap
Purring metronome, the tail
Then, I just couldn't help myself:
Qualities of fluff
Antics at the end of tail
Breathe, Cat, in haiku.
Too often I write poetry about poetry. Is that cheating? Here's another:
Meter and rhyming
Trying to make it be true
This verse in haiku.
Okay, that's enough for now. I'm sure there will be more.