How many poems does it take for me to say, “I write a little poetry, too.”
For me, that number is fifty. Or, more specifically, fifty haiku based on fifty of my black-and-white photos. ( See some of the photos above.)
Sure, it’s an arbitrary number, but it is large enough to feel solid—a significant effort—and for me, that’s what counts.
I am not there yet. I am only about one-third of the way through, probably because I am concurrently reading Higginson and Harter’s classic The Haiku Handbook.
But, if all goes according to plan, in a month or so, although I won’t be calling myself a poet (I would need to write a thousand poems to say that about myself!), I will feel comfortable saying, “I write a little poetry, too.”