From distant Japan,
men with no heart or talent
invented Haiku.
Poetry, they said,
confined and binded by the
power of numbers.
Numbers ruling words?
How can that be? Blasphemy!
- the true poets yelled.
But those from Japan,
were eager to explain their
"thing" named poetry.
The rules are simple
- they said. Count five, seven, five
and Haiku you'll find.
So, without questions
the world embraced syllable
poetry-like "game".
But are they poets,
those who count what they should feel?
No way, not for real.
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But where words metre
The time drawn feelings of man
Expression still lies.
Allyson
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