Rumination On My Sudden Unpopularity - haiku by anonymous
Yesterday night I went to a poetry reading organized by a friend of mine. Held in the basement of a cool little bar in Shinsaibashi, about 50 or 60 people came out to listen to and perform mostly original work.
In addition to the prepared performances by more veteran poets (most of which was rather good), there was also a haiku-writing contest for us ‘common people’ in the audience.
5 syllables. 7 syllables. 5 syllables
Although I originally passed when offered a piece of paper and pen, after seeing everyone else get into the spirit of things, I eventually joined the fun, writing the above masterpiece.
Because, (even after many years of playing in a band, working as a tour guide for international students, working as a teacher, etc.), I am still, for some reason, afraid of public speaking, I left the poem nameless.
When the time came for me to read it later in the night, the event’s organizer simply read the thing for me, keeping my identity a secret. Amazingly, after all was said and done, (perhaps by some sort of clerical error), I won the contest.
So yes, I’m quite happy. Though, the poem is admittedly kind of mediocre (or worse), I’m not one to argue with a free package of Tim Tams.