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Hay(na)ku sonnets

April 10 Napowrimo prompt: Today’s prompt (optional, as always) is another one from the archives, first suggested to us by long-time Na/GloPoWriMo participant Vince Gotera. It’s the hay(na)ku). Created by the poet Eileen Tabios and named by Vince, the hay(na)ku is a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. You can write just one, or chain several together into a longer poem. For example, you could write a hay(na)ku sonnet, like the one that Vince himself wrote back during NaPoWriMo 2012!

So, some hay(na)ku sonnets:

Silverware Drawer

Spoons
plain forks
the rattly knife

Curves
simple sans-serifs
all size spoons

We
emptied out
all the extras

I
washed out
the metal tray

Now it’s perfect
Spacious silverware drawer


***

Coronaworld Problems

First
it interrupted
online divorce support

Then
it ruined
ladies’ Zoom dance

Almost
made me
quit online contra

Zoom
was broken
microphone kaput, crashing

Social life over
Then: restart computer!

***

Porch Moment

Above
it all
in my hammock

Elbow
banged up
knee bruised, swollen

Walkers
stroll by
with dogs, babies

Telephones
at ears
one-sided conversations overheard

Bluejay swoops past
Blue sky embraces

***


Questions

Basic
things I
still don’t understand

How
people decide
how to behave

Who
is asking
all the questions

When
this virus
will release us

How we make
the world better/right
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