While reading Basho

I have been inspired
by Basho's great poetry
to try for myself.

I think I shall start writing
in the renga tradition,

which has a pleasing
rhythm of three-line verses
followed by couplets.

But what shall be my subject?
Can one really write poems

about being sad
and feeling lonely at work?
I've said that before;

neither repetition nor
self-pity is the stuff of

good poetry. No,
I should be singing praises
of women and art

and the glory of Nature—
as usual in my blog.

Actually, this
is great fun. I shall try to
continue to blog

in verse—but not in rhyme—for
the rest of January.

Is there a shorter four-syllable word than "actually?" Yes, "idiotic" is only seven letters—and "acuity" is only six! I shall have to start collecting densely polysyllabic (five) words.

Basho would scorn this stuff, of course. In the pure form, each verse should be complete in itself. Carrying a sentence over between verses has no place in haiku, I borrowed that from Shakespeare's blank verse.