Friday, May 26, 2006

Insomnia

Four a.m.--- from my
Window I watch the broken
Streetlight flicker out



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Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Dipping my toes back in.

So here's my tentative return. I don't know if I'll be posting daily for a while, but a start is a start. Here's a quartet of haiku and one other thingamajig.


"Come Home Please"

Daddy come home please
Make the monsters go away
Please daddy come home


"Emptiness"

I keep expecting
Daddy to joke, tease, or yell
But life is silent


"Sunday"

Sunday-- I should be
Repenting, but I prefer
Bed to confession.


"Tottering Towards Normalcy"

Baby steps: toddles,
Falls, and crawls--- I make my way
Back to the world.


"Daddy"

Daddy,
I’m kind of pissed
That you disappeared like this.
I can’t sleep without the sound
Of your snores echoing through the house.
We’ve collected all the pictures,
And I smudge your face with my fingers,
But it’s only a photograph
And I’ll never touch you again.
I just want to hear your voice.
I wouldn’t care if you yelled at me.
Couldn’t you have given some warning?
I never thought you’d die at all,
Let alone so suddenly.
(Please please please
Let me wake up and it’s all been a dream.
You have to give me away at my wedding.
You have to hold your grandchildren.)





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Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Why You Haven't Heard From Me Lately

I haven't been writing any haiku. I haven't been writing anything. My dad died on March 31st (it will be two weeks on Friday), and I've just been in shock and mourning. My mom and I are both holding up as best we can, but things have been crazy hectic, as well as draining and sad.

I'm going to try to write something tonight, I think. I don't know if I'll succeed. It may take me longer than this to get my words back.




P.S.--- I have the most random ads on the Google Adsense. I don't know why it thinks readers of my poetry want to kill moles. Or get rid of fishy vaginal odors. It's bizarre.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Thirst

"Thirst"

Spring! I’m so thirsty
I could drink gallons of sun
Rivers of green grass.




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Wednesday, March 29, 2006

She's... baaaaaack!

I haven't been writing my haiku like a good girl lately. I don't know. I've just been kind of sick and depressed and uninspired. I'm feeling much better today, though, and I plan on sticking around from now on.


"Finally"

Sunshine heralds spring
First miniature leaves pop up
I breathe blue sky in





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Saturday, March 25, 2006

Water, water everywhere.

"Worst Part of Spring"

Unrelenting damp
Soaking sidewalks black, squishing
Grass to mud, rising




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Friday, March 24, 2006

In spring and fall, I often think about leaving.

"The Politics of Migration"

Geese are coming home;
I just want to fly away.
What can I trade for wings?



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Thursday, March 23, 2006

Egads!

So my trip to NYC and surrounding areas went great. I ended up taking more of a break from this blog than I had originally planned, however. A weeklong unplanned vacation, pretty much. Anyway, that's all water under the bridge now. I'm back and ready to get writing those haiku!

Here's one:

"Nose"

City smells like pretzels,
Sewer, too many bodies,
And unwashed children.



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Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Ciao for a bit!

Didn't get a chance to write anything today. Am bad.

Anyway, I'm off to NYC and Long Island for Spamalot, the St. Paddy's Day parade, and various other festivities. Should be back Saturday night, but I'm probly going to be a zombie, so you probably won't hear from me until Sunday or later.

Have a good weekend, all!

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Spring my ass! (in poetic form)

I'm not in a good mood today. I haven't been in a good mood since last night, really. My fibromyalgia has been really bad since last night, and my stupid stomach is all off again, and I just generally feel like shit. The weather hasn't been helping, either. It was warm all weekend, and yesterday, too, but then it started raining yesterday and by last night it was pouring, thunderstorms, etc. And now today we're back to cold and snowing. I was very foolish in thinking that there was any chance spring had arrived. Blah.

Anyway, two haiku today, inspired by my foul mood and the foul weather.


"Disappointment"

Tricked, believing spring
Here to stay--- ice follows rain,
Snowflakes chill my limbs


"This Chill Between Us"

I’m thinking of you
As snowflakes kiss muddy ground
Lips too cold for spring




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Monday, March 13, 2006

A Splash of Red

"A Splash of Red"

Red breasted robin
Leaves a fiery trail
Across gray spring sky



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Sunday, March 12, 2006

Snowdrops

I seem to have taken a week off from my mission without really intending to... sorry! Basically, I was sick again (stomach complaints argh) and got bogged down in work, real life, etc. as well.

On the bright side, spring seems to be finally arriving in Binghamton! Watch, as soon as I say that, it'll start snowing tonight. But on the bright side, it's been warm (55 to 60 degrees Fahrenheit). Yesterday it was sunny, too, but today was all cloudy and blah.

Cordelia and I saw our first robin of the year yesterday. She barked at it. There's also a bunny living under our back deck and, in another sign of spring, the snowdrops are blooming in the backyard.

Hence, today's haiku.


"Snowdrops"

Snowdrops bloom--- fragile,
White as the winter behind us,
Growing into spring.




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Monday, March 06, 2006

The Meaning of Life

Meh. For Lyd, although it's not very good.


"The Meaning of Life"

She asked me about
The meaning of life, didn’t
Know what to say--- blank




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Sunday, March 05, 2006

Brrrrr!!!

It's been very cold here in Bingo-land. More like January weather than March weather. Nonetheless, I went out on Friday night and partied it up like a good college student, then yesterday I went to the St. Patrick's Day Parade, which is always about two weeks early in Binghamton for no discernable reason.


"In Praise of Leftovers"

Grumbling stomach leads
Me downstairs, searching sniffing
Chicken rice dreams


"Too Cold for a Parade"

Cheeks blistered and cold
Watching policemen march by
And politicians smile




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Thursday, March 02, 2006

Three is not a crowd.

I was still kind sick yesterday, but I'm feeling much better today. Which is very good, because I was starting to worry that I had the bird flu. Anyway, the first two I actually wrote yesterday in a fever-inspired haze, but collapsed before I could post them. The third I wrote today, inspired by the horrible horrible no good very bad weather we suffered from today and the way I've been feeling lately.


"(Like the Old Song Says) You Go To My Head"

Not the kind of girl who
Gets drunk off one beer but your
Smile is tequila


"Can't You Almost Smell It?"

Small feet, big snow crunch
We run through yards, girl and dog
Sniffing for spring scents


"March Blizzard"

Sky is a mess of
White— I open my mouth, swallow
Cold snow, salty tears.




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