If haiku is the poetry of quiet contemplation and stillness, the limerick is its loud, mischievous, slightly drunk uncle at a family wedding. It is the poetry of the pub, the playground, and
In a world of constant noise, endless scrolling, and information overload, there is a quiet, ancient art form that asks us to do something radical: stop, look, and listen. That art is haiku.
Close your eyes for a moment. Think about the last time you said something like:
* "My phone is a brick."
* "School is a prison."
* "She's a
Before we talk about what feedback is, let's talk about what it isn't.
It isn't a heart emoji. It isn't a "nice work!"
There was a time when poetry mattered enough to argue about. In the early 1950s, critics and poets clashed in academic journals with genuine ferocity—ink spilled "like blood across the beaches