The haiku is the highest form of internet-enabled poetry.
Only seventeen syllables and comprising three lines, the haiku is short, focused on one image or idea, and is, therefore, perfect for reading when you don’t have a lot of time, but have a huge need to be entertained.
The best haikus are quick little hammerblows to the back of the head, stealthy jabs to the pleasure button in your brain.
I like to think of haikus as the body of poetry, stripped of pretense and boiled down to only the bones, but then seeing those bones tattooed and colored.
All of which might go a long way toward explaining why I really enjoyed a new book called Haiku Mama (because 17 syllables is all you have time to read) by Kari Anne Roy.
If you’re interested, and why wouldn’t you be, you can purchase a copy of the book from Amazon.com at this link.
Yay! The perfect time
To strip down naked and scream—
When Mommy’s on the phone.
Substitute the word Daddy for Mommy and you’ve got a perfect
snapshot of my life with the little dudes. So, yeah, this is a book that spoke to me.
And, once it spoke to me, it left me in tears. Mostly from laughter. I honestly don’t know when I last enjoyed a non-fiction book this much. It’s a tremendous and tremendously fast read. Just like the medium through which Roy is expressing herself.
In case you’re wondering, I fell for the book with the very first haiku. I read this and realized I needed to read the rest, that Kari Anne Roy was speaking my language.
Sniffing newborn’s head,
a primal urge takes over —
try not to eat him.
This book gets a wonderful five dudes out of five. Great book that speaks a lot of truth in between the fits of laughter.
Go buy it and enjoy it quickly. You’ll be glad you did.Share on Facebook