The exercise:
It's Two Haiku Tuesday again! So... write a couple of haiku about: floating.
How is it the end of April already? On top of days and weeks, Max must also be eating months now. It's the only possible explanation for his size.
Mine:
With a whispered word
I'm launched skyward to hang with
Cupid on his cloud.
* * *
I fly like a bird,
safe beyond the reach of stress...
until the rope breaks.
Monday April 29th, 2013
The exercise:
Write about: the element(s).
The day off was much appreciated. Back to work tomorrow.
If you're interested in hearing the inspiration for what follows, feel free to click here.
Mine:
He's had a hard knock life,
He's been periodically tabled,
Forced to fit inside a box
And then callously labelled.
Transported hither and thither
Within thick-walled cars,
Either as a coin in a chest
Or hanging out in bars.
Whether worn on suntanned wrists,
Hanging heavily off sagging ears,
Or squeezing wrinkled necks,
He draws shouted plaudits and hissed jeers.
Wars have been waged for him,
Fools sacrificing both young and old;
All for the glory and honor
Of this precious, precious gold.
Write about: the element(s).
The day off was much appreciated. Back to work tomorrow.
If you're interested in hearing the inspiration for what follows, feel free to click here.
Mine:
He's had a hard knock life,
He's been periodically tabled,
Forced to fit inside a box
And then callously labelled.
Transported hither and thither
Within thick-walled cars,
Either as a coin in a chest
Or hanging out in bars.
Whether worn on suntanned wrists,
Hanging heavily off sagging ears,
Or squeezing wrinkled necks,
He draws shouted plaudits and hissed jeers.
Wars have been waged for him,
Fools sacrificing both young and old;
All for the glory and honor
Of this precious, precious gold.
Sunday April 28th, 2013
The exercise:
Write about: the landlord.
Bit of a quieter day around here, as the major accomplishment was getting more tomato seedlings potted up this afternoon.
Actually taking an entire day off tomorrow. Well, we're going to try to, anyway.
Mine:
He collects cheques
With a smile
That's a few teeth shy
Of perfection.
Calling his cell
Will get an answer,
As long as he's not lost
In reflection.
He'll fix your fixtures,
Leaving behind
Fingerprints and a hint
Of garlic in the air.
You'd move out,
But the next place
Is likely worse...
So you don't dare.
Write about: the landlord.
Bit of a quieter day around here, as the major accomplishment was getting more tomato seedlings potted up this afternoon.
Actually taking an entire day off tomorrow. Well, we're going to try to, anyway.
Mine:
He collects cheques
With a smile
That's a few teeth shy
Of perfection.
Calling his cell
Will get an answer,
As long as he's not lost
In reflection.
He'll fix your fixtures,
Leaving behind
Fingerprints and a hint
Of garlic in the air.
You'd move out,
But the next place
Is likely worse...
So you don't dare.
Saturday April 27th, 2013
The exercise:
Write a four line poem about something: meaningless.
The Canucks wrapped up their regular season tonight with a meaningless game against Edmonton. They lost, but rested most of their best players - and even if they'd won they wouldn't have moved from their third seed in the west going into the playoffs.
It looks like their first round opponent will be San Jose, which should prove to be an entertaining series. Here's hoping the end result goes in the Canucks favor.
Many, many leeks were planted in the garden this morning. Also some onions.
It was fantastic to have the help.
Mine:
We're going through the motions
With no sign of emotions;
We're not getting back together -
This parting will last forever.
Write a four line poem about something: meaningless.
The Canucks wrapped up their regular season tonight with a meaningless game against Edmonton. They lost, but rested most of their best players - and even if they'd won they wouldn't have moved from their third seed in the west going into the playoffs.
It looks like their first round opponent will be San Jose, which should prove to be an entertaining series. Here's hoping the end result goes in the Canucks favor.
Many, many leeks were planted in the garden this morning. Also some onions.
It was fantastic to have the help.
Mine:
We're going through the motions
With no sign of emotions;
We're not getting back together -
This parting will last forever.
Friday April 26th, 2013
The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about: the split.
Inspired by the migraine currently trying to split my head in two. Which is also, aggravatingly, going to keep me from catching up on your comments like I had planned to do tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
This morning we picked up a couple more loads of wood chips for spreading around our strawberry plants, then spent most of the afternoon transplanting onions. Going to be doing more of that tomorrow morning, with help from our farmer friends in Cawston.
Looking forward to seeing them again, getting their help, and for one of them to meet Max for the first time.
Mine:
The silence in the room was not a pleasant one. Much was said through sharp gestures and hard stares, more than had ever been expressed with words. An agreement needed to be reached, and eventually it would... but there was no going back after a night like that one.
And sitting patiently in the middle of the room, the source of all that tension, the take from the bank robbery waited to see which man would go home with the largest cut.
Write four lines of prose about: the split.
Inspired by the migraine currently trying to split my head in two. Which is also, aggravatingly, going to keep me from catching up on your comments like I had planned to do tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
This morning we picked up a couple more loads of wood chips for spreading around our strawberry plants, then spent most of the afternoon transplanting onions. Going to be doing more of that tomorrow morning, with help from our farmer friends in Cawston.
Looking forward to seeing them again, getting their help, and for one of them to meet Max for the first time.
Mine:
The silence in the room was not a pleasant one. Much was said through sharp gestures and hard stares, more than had ever been expressed with words. An agreement needed to be reached, and eventually it would... but there was no going back after a night like that one.
And sitting patiently in the middle of the room, the source of all that tension, the take from the bank robbery waited to see which man would go home with the largest cut.
Thursday April 25th, 2013
The exercise:
Write about: the play.
This morning I finished transplanting our cabbages, and then after dinner I seeded a couple rows of salad blend and arugula. In between that, Kat did some potting up of tomatoes in the afternoon. Feels good to be making some progress on that stuff.
Oh, here's a picture of some blossoms in the orchard:
Turns out? A side benefit of working in the evening is passing through the orchard just as the sun hits magic hour. It may take me a little longer to get to the garden, but hopefully I'll get a few print/greeting cards out it.
Mine:
The audience sits in the darkened theater, restless and fidgety with no gadgets to absorb their focus. No words are exchanged, as all attempts at small talk between neighbours died off long ago. All eyes are on the motionless red curtain standing between the attendees and the play they have come to see.
It seems as though they have been frozen like this for hours, but a mere handful of minutes have passed since the lights went down. Nervous coughs begin to fill the air and are soon joined by the clearing of throats and awkward swallows of excess saliva.
No one dares leave, though surely many are tempted to do just that. They have paid hard earned money for their tickets, they have read rave reviews. Likely they have told friends about tonight's entertainment, perhaps even bragged about the quality of their seats.
But they have not been let in on the secret. They sit and they wait and they grow uncomfortable. They wonder and they check the time and they expect the curtain to be raised. Any moment now. Can't be much longer.
And they are utterly unaware that, from this side of the curtain, they are the show.
Write about: the play.
This morning I finished transplanting our cabbages, and then after dinner I seeded a couple rows of salad blend and arugula. In between that, Kat did some potting up of tomatoes in the afternoon. Feels good to be making some progress on that stuff.
Oh, here's a picture of some blossoms in the orchard:
Turns out? A side benefit of working in the evening is passing through the orchard just as the sun hits magic hour. It may take me a little longer to get to the garden, but hopefully I'll get a few print/greeting cards out it.
Mine:
The audience sits in the darkened theater, restless and fidgety with no gadgets to absorb their focus. No words are exchanged, as all attempts at small talk between neighbours died off long ago. All eyes are on the motionless red curtain standing between the attendees and the play they have come to see.
It seems as though they have been frozen like this for hours, but a mere handful of minutes have passed since the lights went down. Nervous coughs begin to fill the air and are soon joined by the clearing of throats and awkward swallows of excess saliva.
No one dares leave, though surely many are tempted to do just that. They have paid hard earned money for their tickets, they have read rave reviews. Likely they have told friends about tonight's entertainment, perhaps even bragged about the quality of their seats.
But they have not been let in on the secret. They sit and they wait and they grow uncomfortable. They wonder and they check the time and they expect the curtain to be raised. Any moment now. Can't be much longer.
And they are utterly unaware that, from this side of the curtain, they are the show.
Wednesday April 24th, 2013
The exercise:
Write about: the shift.
Managed to get all of our broccoli planted in the garden today, as well as some of our savoy cabbage. With things taking so long, I ended up going back out after dinner for an evening shift... which I believe is the first time I've done that this year.
We must be getting into the busy time of year or something.
Mine:
A keen eye is required in my line of work. There are a lot of critical details of the subtle variety, none of which you want to miss. Not if you want to survive.
You will be tempted by distractions, slight of hand nonsense. Do not allow yourself to be drawn in. Keep your focus where it ought to be. Where it must be.
There will be days and nights when you are not at your best. Too much drink, too little food. A quarrel with an old friend or lover tugs at your thoughts. When these times are at hand, remember one thing above all others.
When a man shifts his weight in order to reach for his gun, you better be ready to draw.
Write about: the shift.
Managed to get all of our broccoli planted in the garden today, as well as some of our savoy cabbage. With things taking so long, I ended up going back out after dinner for an evening shift... which I believe is the first time I've done that this year.
We must be getting into the busy time of year or something.
Mine:
A keen eye is required in my line of work. There are a lot of critical details of the subtle variety, none of which you want to miss. Not if you want to survive.
You will be tempted by distractions, slight of hand nonsense. Do not allow yourself to be drawn in. Keep your focus where it ought to be. Where it must be.
There will be days and nights when you are not at your best. Too much drink, too little food. A quarrel with an old friend or lover tugs at your thoughts. When these times are at hand, remember one thing above all others.
When a man shifts his weight in order to reach for his gun, you better be ready to draw.
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