Poetry

Sometimes life is strange. I've found myself adding an entry on the proverbial list of 'Things Kojubat Needs to Do Before Dying', just so I can immediately check the box. That item? Win a poetry contest.

I'm not a poetry kind of guy. If I want to state 'the flower is pretty', I pretty much say 'the flower is pretty'. None of this stuff about the breath of angels, color qualities of celestial phenomena, or the industrial processes of apids. When I rhyme, it's accidental or intended for children. The only meter I use is the metric unit of distance. However, I do have a decent singing voice (with the high school awards to prove it), so I suppose if you set the poetry to music, I at least don't mind singing it.

I enjoy listening to podcasts. In fact, they are pretty much the only thing I listen to on my iPod. So, when a particular podcast on all things Whedon decided to run a Haiku contest, one almost immediately sprung to mind. I fiddled with it for a while, but couldn't make it any better than my original epiphany. So I eventually submitted it.

Oddly enough, it won. Wild. I don't want to disparage any of the other participants by suggesting it didn't deserve to win (despite my natural tendency to do so), so I'll suggest that for whatever reason, I had a fluke moment of inspiration. So I picked myself up a spiffy shirt, some wax vampire lips, and the neato graphic accompanying this entry.

In any case, here's the Haiku:

"Five by five," says she.
Without hope or charity,
I return to dust.

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