Poetry is a language Of powerful thoughts and imagery, it can strike in the heart of man, it can shape lives and actions. Then can it not be used to enhance to the finder qualities of man? Rather than providing shallow enjoyment? And promoting the baser instincts? If I was a poet, I would like my words To compell the soul, To pursue the true pupose of existence. Oh, what wouldn’t I give to go on collecting my reward, Beyond this life....

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Islamic Haiku

I shall attempt to write a haiku with an Islamic theme. Is such a thing possible? Perhaps, if one chooses not to think of the latinised arabic terms as complications.....in relation to the 5/7/5 rule.....I guess. I'll give it a go....at least I'll get some good laugh out of it.

That reminds me of the Takumi's post about how people label things Islamic this and islamic that....I'm falling into the same trap. ISLAMIC HAIKU indeed!

posted by »|m|u|n|i|r|a|« at 3:07 PM

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