*I added this post in afterwards, out of some bizarre completionist, hyperscrupulous impulse I don’t understand, to have my whole month of November filled. Why? No idea. A sensible person would’ve just said, “fuck it, so there’s a big gap in my nonexistent NaBloMoPo.” But I guess I’m unreasonable. So that’s why everything is in purple green.
Sometimes all I have time to write creatively is a haiku. I don’t mean to trivialize what haiku is, the difficulty of writing a good one, or imply that it’s brevity makes it a minor literary form in any way. Not at all. As Mark Twain said, “I’d have written a shorter letter but I didn’t have time.”
I simply mean that to gather the powers of observation and still all the inner noise that makes it hard to hear the poem, it’s sometimes hard to carve out a little bit of the best meditative state in the middle of the chatter and bustle of everyday life. It takes a different part of your brain to write up your losses from theft for the insurance company than it does to think out a poem.
I know I said previously that I was askeered of twitter. Well, now I’ve given the Twitterverse ample opportunity to be scared of me.
I invented something called #Tweetkus and post those whenever I have a spare minute.
Haikus that were originally Tweetkus:
Quick, deep nectar sips
Hummingbirds skim flowers; delve
A blossom’s essence. #tweetku
A more traditional haiku, with a focus on nature.
Elsewhere leaves turn, here
The pond’s lily pads yellow,
Drown in tropic heat. #tweetku
Vicious, or resigned?
Hard times rain down, first soft–Then,
Force to knock teeth out. #tweetku
–led to this MOMocrats post.
Fall, & the spice of
Apples. Funk of wet leaves, mud
Perfume of cider. #tweetku