screams from the Saguaro
new motel rises
I was sitting outside writing, bemoaning the fact that there is construction going on across the canyon making lots of construction noise. Trucks backing up and ding, ding, dinging. Hammers pounding, cranes with diesel engines running and voices of men yelling directions at each other.
I was working on haiku, so I was trying to figure out a five syllable line for the construction noise and not having much luck when all of the sudden the Gila Woodpecker started screaming and I put the whole thing together. I love how the last line works for the construction, but also for the living arrangements in the Saguaro. Sometimes haiku works like that. The poet is given a gift and it is our job to write the words down.
Can you write your own haiku today? Have fun and I hope you are gifted too.