First of all, I'm not big on poetry. I'm too concrete, maybe. But somehow a lot of today's poetry seems over my head. I just don't get it. It's too abstract or something. Or maybe I just want it to be easy.
But on a recent camping trip, my 8-year-old got ticked at his mom because she told him to stay out of the water because it was getting dark. He stalked over to the lake and ignored us. Till the fire was ready and we broke out the hot dogs.
Anyway, that image sparked my creativity and before I knew it, I had a haiku poem composed in my head. So I thought I'd share today.
pale, angry shadow
hard-shouldered 'gainst the black lake
his mother knows best