Short, terse, unfriendly,Yet sometimes quite emotive;I am the Haiku. What Poetry Form Are You? And if I weren’t Haiku, I would be the Triolet. If they told you I’m mad, then they lied.I’m odd, but it isn’t compulsive.I’m the triolet, bursting with pride;If they told you I’m mad, then they lied.No, it isn’t obsessive. NowContinue reading “On Being Pure Poetry”