Normally I wouldn't post about something like this. But I figured, there's not a whole hell of a lot we can do right now (I'm looking over at the live video of the leak in the right-hand column of my blog). But why just cling to all the doom and gloom? Get your creativity on!
DissectingWords.com recently posted an entry about how author John Scalzi is holding a contest. A haiku writing contest!
Whoever writes the best haiku about a post-oil age, will win a copy of his new book, "METAtropolis."
Now, I LOVE haiku. I once took it upon myself to write 100 haiku. I have since lost that notebook. Oh well.
The reason I love haiku? It's always a challenge to pack as much meaning into as few words as possible. The perfectly crafted haiku can tell an entire story.
Here are my entries for this contest so far:
They left the city.
Green grows up from between cracks.
Deer graze in Times Square.
The sky at night shines.
Forgotten lights re-emerge.
Now we remember.
The orange haze lifts.
We see now what they once saw.
Our ancestors’s stars.
Fields. Bright green. Sun’s sheen.
The party has just begun.
Our hands see the land.
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