I was asked to "help" with a Haiku as part of somebody's Ode to Kombucha. On clarification, I learned it could be anything- traditional Haiku, lazy Haiku, or (yay) Gogyohka. Oh, and I wasn't helping- I was supposed to write it myself. I don't know what this person was thinking. They might as well have asked me to write sonnets to spiders. Well... here's what I wrote them back:
Haiku:Kambucha mushroom
...(that translucent, jello, THING)
somehow becomes tea
Gogyohka:
Kombucha
had a mother
but not a father
no wonder
it turned out so bad
[alright. I'll try again.]
Kombucha, oh Kombucha
how wonderful indeed you are
I just wish
you didn't taste like
acids in a jar
Woops. I really was trying. One more chance. Just 17 syllables here:
I know my wife loves me
When she gives me Kombucha to drink.
TOUGH-LOVE!
[Yeeeah. Ok. Can you tell a Kombucha mushroom once sat in our cupboard for a LONG time and it's memory has scarred me for life?]
Hahah, I found the first gogyohka to be very clever. ;D
ReplyDeleteI've never tried it myself, but, on principle it sounds kind of icky. As most of these supposedly-uber-good-for-you things are . . . [/skeptical]
Dear Linda,
ReplyDeleteI've been reading your blog. :) It's wonderful to be able to see these little snapshots of your life, hear about your college experiences, and read your poetry. I know you had told me about gogyohka before, but I didn't understand it until I saw it written here. And now I love it! :D We need to talk in person sometime soon.
God bless.
Kombucha's skirt whirls
ReplyDeletelighter when she dips it first
in fragrant lemon grass.
:)
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