The moon on the path
it sleeps within a puddle
quietly alone
Conceived on 06.06.2024 and visualized in a surreal way by DALL-E via Bing and Microsoft Designer.
It only became a Haiku by chance, or rather, the words somehow came together on their own, and in the end, syllabically, it turned out to be a 5-7-5 Haiku. When words find their form naturally, it sounds effortless, less forced; after all, poets often hammer and hack away at their verses until they fit. In this sense, a Haiku is a Procrustean bed. Under such circumstances, I would not want to be a sentence. But here, everything came together effortlessly, a kind of literary underwater birth — in this case, in a puddle. See also: Summer Blue Haiku
