I enjoyed writing my first Haiku poem, Death of a Squash Bug, so much that I racked my brain trying to quickly come up with another Haiku. My mind was blank! What in the world was going on with me? So, after an entire day of writer’s block and frustration, I decided to go for a walk last night to declutter my thoughts.
I trekked my way to Pittsburgh South Side and was casually walking over the Smithfield Bridge, admiring the Monongahela River below. Thoughts began to sprout as I walked towards the Mon Incline….When clarity is a goal, a quick ride on The Mon Incline up to Mt. Washington for spectacular city views always seems to inspire me. But I digress…
As I was walking and taking in the scenic views of downtown Pittsburgh, I came up with the second installment of my Haiku writing efforts, titled “Poverty.” It’s amazing the varying degrees of what constitutes true happiness for some people. Sorting through trash or bending down to pick up a smashed aluminum can might truly give someone happiness — at least for today.
POVERTY
Is this happiness,
sorting through discarded trash?
aluminum can
With the economy and American’s suffering nowadays, I often find myself wondering about the state of happiness and our pursuit of it as well. For some, happiness is being able to survive each and every day — even if that means cleaning up the city streets and reselling the aluminum cans.
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