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I hate nights like this. I don't know what is blocking sleep. I won't complain much. To be honest, I have, other than being slightly unhealthy, been doing quite good. Sleep is relatively regular. Days and nights might be a little long but not bad. No real great pains lately. I'm even slowly slogging through some things and, if pushing the line, buying what I need to do what I must and should. Actually, it makes things like this stand out, irritate more?
I wrote a haiku for a woman. She didn't seem to really like it, but these aren't really for everyone's taste. They might easily be seen as castoffs. And, perhaps, they are? I like to think I tailor them but then who am I? No, not for the contest. I've been hogging up and putting many in. Then again I could probably write a dozen haiku a day, or more. But to what end? I am just sharing it because... I liked it. It is hers, but I wrote it. Could work for other women, but when you see something when thinking about someone specifically, and the elements you know about them come together... at least to my mind, the thing is owned. Did I mention I hate art? Some crazy thinking in there. Gets tight. I'm sleepy-blathering, never mind the chatter.
She grows them of sorts.
Bovine, fowl, green, man to boy-
Has the scars to show.
Hmm... Bedtime, again. Good night... I hope!
Good Afternoon, Doomster!
ReplyDeleteReady to host another haiku Monday, you non-poet?
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Maybe the woman you wrote a haiku for doesn't get the concept of haiku.. Hard to imagine, I know. But it could happen. But, not liking art? Gasp! Now, that is unbelievable..
Anyway, congratulations to you!
Oh? Well, thank you! And I'll have to see which one took her fancy. By the bye, do you know any haiku buyers? :p
ReplyDeleteI suppose I should put it this way, for now. I don't like that, when I do art, that I can't ever seem to hit the nail. Or, always hit the nail? It's an elusive snake of a hobby, craft, skill. Words, whether spoken, written, poetic or not... so often I can't just make them work, or exactly, or to me. Gah!
It's that feeling that I am always hungry for that one angle or word or phrase that will bring clarity, but not seeming to find it. No matter what others think. See? Blathering like a dog with a bone that's just a bit too big.
I love art, as a consumer. Well, some of it. The more classical arts.
Oh, that's different then. Creating art can be an extremely frustrating experience ..
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