The exercise:
We're throwing the doors wide open for interpretation this week, as we are writing two haiku that have something to do with: glass.
Productive day. I took a carload of cardboard and glass to the recycling depot, cleaned up the yard a little bit (stupid birds and squirrel and their love of walnuts), started weeding the strawberries, and... oh yeah, got a part-time job at the bakery.
I start training either Friday or Saturday, assuming no baby interruptions. Then next week I'll be doing Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday mornings from 8:30 to 12:30 and shall continue on that way for the foreseeable future.
It's pretty ideal. It's flexible, allowing me to fit in farm and town work. I get to be the front counter person, so I have the chance to deal with customers, which I generally enjoy. And it's working for a friend I've known for years, which feels very comfortable.
So I'm feeling pretty good about it.
Mine:
Rainbow light on the
church floor, illuminating
your dirty footprints
* * *
He stands safe behind
his window, unseen, watching
the suspect squirming
3 comments:
Should be clear, but the
Dog also likes to look out
Leaving nose smears, too.
Dyed, poured, pressed, incised
A lovely, sparkling goblet
Red Depression glass.
@Morganna: I like your first haiku better this week because I know exactly what you mean about the dog.
@Marc: I think you ought to appreciate the squirrels more. They might learn how to open the deer-gate for the deer next :)
I think I like your second haiku better this week for the subtly unpleasant image it presents.
Glass
Slipper left behind,
The prince looks for a girl with
Lacerated feet.
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Half-full, half-empty?
Who keeps drinking from my glass?
...top it up with bleach...
Morganna - hah, love the image you paint in your first haiku this week.
Greg - right, the deer fence. Still owe you a picture. Will try to remember.
I doubt this will come as much surprise to you, but your first is my favorite this week. I was not expecting that final line at all, nicely done :)
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