Haiku Baby

I can’t understand

Why I’m so stuck,

I’m stuck in the writing blob,

What, you may ask, is that?

And to be quite honest with you

I have no idea.

I’m just stuck.



Maybe I’ll break out from my mind prison

Soon to be joined in marriage with my Haiku baby,

I can’t wait for the day,

When I see her face

And her sweeping hair draping over my paper quietly

Whispering peace of mind.



Why am I so stuck, in this state of mind?

Pacing the floor looking for the perfect adjective

And noun,

I’m laying on the couch thinking of days

When I felt emotion,

A silent tear stains

my cheek as I remember,

What it used to be.