Another go at it

Q, 

Approach. Now. Go out and say hi or whatever- make friends! 
Aunt Liz left, but not without taking us to the psychic convention.  There's some weird stuff going on there, Q, but it seems that Aunt Liz knows all of them- they even asked about her stupid pig! BUT one good thing....... she gave me fish! Like pet fish! I still have to name them though.


It's been raining for the last few days- I think plants are down with rain.....how much longer until they drown? 


Crumpled Paper sits
Fell victim to another
Poor Haiku attempt


Watching the loud rain 
Grass stands tall like soldiers
As it calmly falls.

That wasn't half bad, huh?

Tate 
Haiku
Haiku 

Adjustments

Tate,

I am outside now
Colder than I've ever been
Yet kids are playing

I think I just have to get used to it.  I feel warmer now anyway, and it's only been a month. And no! Mom said sometimes they come into the village (beginning to think it may be a hamlet, it's that small.) sometimes but not yet. Maybe in actual "winter".

You mean your Aunt Lizzie? The one with the pig? Aw, poor you. But haiku's aren't that hard. Just remember the syllable count and you'll be fine. 

Then again, it may just be warmer than usual. A lot of the local kids are out, the few there is- should I approach?

Q  
Haiku

Once you get started....

Quentin,

Fufilled Life

Exciting,
Thoughtful, 
Filled with books to read.
Bright
Peaceful
Perhaps some gardening?

So yesterday my aunt came to visit (you remember her, right Q? The sketchy one?) and somehow she figured I wrote poetry and she gave me this writing book, one that teaches you how to write all these poems. They start with haiku's and I don't know how you write them!
This is the best I got:

Haikus seem easy
But syllable counting is
Way too hard for me.

Hang on! Living way up there will be fun! Any polar bears yet? 

Tate
Metonomy
Haiku

White

Tate,

The house was on the edge of
A town that was little and empty of
Life and the land was without anything.

It was frightening, looking out at
White, knowing that everything with
Claws and teeth was
White as well.

The house was
Empty, and shrunken
the hallways appeared to be
Shrinking
As I walked down.

The room was crowded,
A little bed and blackout shades and a little dresser
Was my home now.
Not my home now.
Shut the blinds.

Keep all the empty white
On white that was shifting and sneaking- out
Of this little house on the
Edge of an empty town in
A dangerous white void.

Quentin                                                                                                                        
Free Verse