Trying to sort of organize myself creatively speaking, so here is just something small. A pair of haikus inspired by the nice break in weather we’ve been having in Pittsburgh.
The sun still shines down
But it has become friends with
The promise of fall.
The still-green grass grows
Slower now, preparing for
The leaves’ homecoming.
“I don’t have time.”
Yes you do. Grab your tablet/notebook/phone/index card and a pen and go into the bathroom.
Write a blog post (I challenged myself to write this one in 5 minutes).
Write a haiku.
Write a limerick.
Write a note to someone and tell them that you love them in the most beautiful way you can.
Edit a paragraph in that thing you’ve been working on.
Post on a friend or cowriter’s blog and talk about something that has worked for you.
Take a picture and write about it – like one or two sentences.
Write down a memory and put it in a book.
Scrawl a secret and stick it in your local bookstore/library’s Postsecret section.
Tell someone you’re a writer.
Tweet to a writer you admire and tell them how awesome they are.
Fill in post-its with ideas for your next story/poem/chapter/whatever.
Pinterest a picture that makes you think of a character.
You have time.
Hoard every second of it.
21:
Respecting writers
Means accepting mastery
While expecting flaws.
22:
A big city life
Means compromising your space
For promised culture.
23:
Through the dappled wood:
Our footsteps a steady beat
Accented with breath.
24:
Sundays are the best
When Monday is not in sight.
Save work for Tuesday.
25:
Fireworks, cookouts:
Celebrations in order
To recall great lives.
26:
The shoes of adults
Are not meant for the barefoot;
Laces too binding.
27:
Darkest before dawn,
The deep breath after the sobs.
Come on. Time to work.
28:
Lots and lots of wings:
A Pittsburgh delicacy
Best served in small hills.
29:
Sushi for dinner
And a Target run for fun?
Weekend preamble.
30:
May springs into grass,
Forget looking for it now.
June? Rabbit rabbit.
16:
Only Pittsburgh can
Make a walk in the rain seem
So damn idyllic.
17:
Old friends and bookends.
Then, some ultraviolence,
A side of strong girls.
18:
Thunderclaps o’erhead
More sweet than the to do list
Growing longer still.
19:
My body is this:
Spurned girlfriend at the window,
Hurling items down.
20:
The changes sneak up,
Suddenly making you think
Time is a mirage.
11:
Here come the dark clouds —
They best not be writing checks
Their asses can’t cash.
12:
Trying for new starts
On days when the wind blows hard
Necessitates naps.
13:
How long could it take
For the relief of a chill
To become a curse?
14:
When is hard too hard?
When you sink to the bottom?
Or the dead man’s float?
15:
I am the glow cloud.
Watching, waiting, vigilant.
Welcome to Night Vale.
Happy Mothers Day! #10 is for moms, but especially mine.
6:
After my hair grays,
And autonomy goes dark,
Send a robot bod.
7:
Big light, groggy start.
A touch of panic sets in.
Dude, don’t stress me out.
8:
Sweet relief, pay day,
Though reckoning is at hand:
Bills, a grown-up waste.
9:
The sun glowers down.
Hateful thing because it knows
My words make us cool.
10:
I thank Mom for this,
A life that knows no limit,
Full of adventure.
Over the past few months, I’ve been doing challenges. In March, it was 30 Lists. In April, 30 Doodles (you can view those on my Instagram). In May, I’m doing 30 Photos and 30 Haikus. I’ll be sharing my haikus here in groups of 5 each weekish, and you can view the photos on my Instagram account. Let’s get started.
1.
The emerald leaves
Blaze against May’s promised storm,
Sun still feels a-chill.
2.
Bright paper pages,
Ramen in the afternoon —
A weekend’s delight.
3.
Groceries at dawn,
Thousands of feet pounding down.
Still life, meet motion.
4.
The Light Side and Dark
Two sides of a galaxy:
Knights and nights go on.
5.
Steaming rain in hair
And silent tears when no air
Can survive the heat.
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