Seventeen Syllables of Shame

Yesterday, I abused Stephanie Thornton’s Haiku Blogfest for my own purposes. I feel my actions were justified because I was not promoting myself so much as I was promoting a way for the other blogfest participants and readers to win some cold hard cash.¹ Yet, while some people considered my entry witty or creative, others were less than amused.

It has been said that all great art is controversial. And now, thanks to my little stunt yesterday, I have proven that art that is mediocre at best can be controversial, too. (See? I did it for science!)

Anyway, to make up for my insolence, I shall share five more (5! more!) haiku today. Come, let us celebrate Day 2 of the Haiku Blogfest!

First, here’s one related to my novel:

What is that I hear?
Invisible monkeys? Crap!
This doesn’t bode well.

Second, a twist on traditional haiku imagery:

The bough sinks lower
Claws grip the cherry blossoms
Hang in there, kitty

Third, the one I performed at my sister’s wedding last year:

This is a haiku
For both Josh and Naomi
On their wedding day

Then, a short fairy tale:

Once upon a time,
In a land far, far away,
Stuff happened. The End.

And we’ll end with a true story:

Beneath the willow
A cool breeze, or winds of change?
Tomorrow I wed.

If you haven’t had enough yet, you can also check out all the ninja haiku (and the limerick!) submitted for my other contest earlier this year.

So, am I absolved?

(Note: I will announce the winners of the contest at the heart of this controversy later today.)


¹ Which is neither cold, nor hard, nor cash. (Amazon gift cards in their digital form are more warm and fuzzy cash-equivalents, don’t you think?)