Winter.
A blue arctic breeze,
White skies weep calm icy tears
In the soundless night.
Sun-Kissed.
Bronze, the Sun kissed me
My skin as bright as twilight –
I am beauty’s child.
Mas.
Loud vibrant costumes
shameless whining in the streets
fiery Soca beats.
Luminous spirits,
brown bodies hot with fever,
wayward scorching vibes.
Blue, Yellow, and Green,
waving Island flags proudly –
It’s carnival time.
Anxiety.
Shards of hope scattered
weeping blue tempest within
an opaque coffin.
With the intention of helping to solidify an image within our poems, my poetry professor introduced the technique of "No Ideas but in things," coined by William Carlos Williams.These four Haiku's are my attempts at utilizing the technique.
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