How many syllables?

Half full? Half empty? Tonight...I'll go with full.

Apparently I can only write on this blog thingy when I'm lying in bed with the lights off. I'm not trying to be kinky...I'm just saying. I will sit up with the lights on and nothing comes to me, but the minute I turn off my light and lie down stuff just pops into my head. I kinda feel like Pavlov's dog. Except it's not a bell, but the light switching off.

So tonight I was being schooled (that doesn't look right does it? is "schooled" a real word?) In the ways of creating a Haiku. When looking it up to make sure I understood I found a Haiku to be: a city on N Hainan island, in SE China. Then, I realized that I had been spelling it wrong, so I tried again and found it is: a major form of Japanese verse, written in 17 syllables divided into 3 lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables, and employing highly evocative allusions and comparisons. Hmmm...interesting. I think I can see the grandeur and artistic-ness (again..really don't think that's a word. I'm just making words up) of the Haiku. It can have a certain...

AH HELL! I JUST ACCIDENTIALLY ERASED HALF OF WHAT WAS WRITTEN AND NOW I HAVE TO TRY TO REMEMBER WHAT I HAD WRITTEN!!! AAHHH!

...it can have a certain mystic and beauty about it. But I have to say, I don't think that I'll ever be albe to do it because I have to use my fingers to count out how many syllables I'm using. Between all of the finger-fumbling and my eyes looking up and sideways because I'm trying to think, I'd probably fall off my chair. That's not very creative. So to those who can just spit out a haiku without having to use their fingers, my hat's off to you. I'm sure it is a skill I'll never acquire. So for now, I'll stick with a Tyku. I'll leave you with one. I hope this is right.

Something about a semi-truck and a stop sign

Duck runs with a bleeding leg

tequila

booze

booze

stop sign thing again

quarter

scotch in the shower

firth time for everything

Hey-ay