As my blog perhaps attests, I'm rather fond of a spot of poetry here or there. A form of poetry that has been vastly neglected by me is the haiku. I suppose it's because it seems a bit like the cheaters poetry- anything can sounds profound in 17 syllables or less. Thus, I spent less time appreciating haiku's than I did traffic jams, or salad.
I have been sadly misinformed.
My recent discovery of
Godzilla Haiku has been one of great joy. The pathos, the existentialism, the desolate eloquence- I can't get enough. I proudly present my 'Best of Godzilla Haiku'



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