Sunday's attempt at poetry

Robin's early song
trades in stars for rays of light
wake, oh wake, wake up

Morning walk

wire fence between us
sun rising greeting morning
shadows slap my eyes

I can hear my sister's bird outside my window, but do not see it when I look. (There is a type of bird that reminds me of her.  I often encounter them outside where I work.)  Got all the collective writing done last night and shared it with my scene partner, now need to do the individual stuff.

My insomnia seems to have switched to the 4 am hour, is that progress? (There aren't any radio shows I like at 4 am.) Oh, adding to the list: I now need new jeans, as well. (or if not new, a pair without holes.) On a side note, I remember doing everything I could think of to wear-in my first pair of Levi's 501s shrink-to-fits. I think they started to fade at about 6 months to a year (I've only had these for about 6 months). I wore them for 7(!) years, in the end they were cut-offs, and had paint stains from theatre, but they lasted a long, long time.

Saturday

I'm trying to think of something to write a haiku about. Earlier today I saw a girl riding a unicycle up the sidewalk while playing a ukelele (how cool is that?) And then two crows fighting in the middle of the street and a car honked at them. Last night, while sitting in a coffee shop waiting for it to be the time for either a movie or a play to begin (missed the movie, ended up at the play), I remembered years ago, a free, local weekly newspaper that everyone read for the "I saw you's" and personal ads said they were fed up with all the "boys seeking girls" ads that mentioned the following: microbrews, coffee, hiking or being outside, and grunge, or maybe it was just going to indie music shows. They said they would only print them if they wrote their ads as haikus. And people did. Much more interesting. We used to read them all the time (my household), we used to call them up a lot too, to listen to them. (Which, um, is really expensive, or it was.) I dated someone for a few months I met from an ad, not one of the haikus. And I was playing phone tag with someone else, but my household refered to itself by the same name as a half-way house and someone had mentioned that name on our voicemail message, and so I think he freaked out and cancelled at the last minute.  It's kinda' funny. In the spectrum of co-op to straight rooming house, that house definitely leaned toward the co-op. Great landlord, who gave us a lot of autonomy, only raised the rent once-a-year, and fixed things immediately. I lived there for 11 years before deciding I should live somewhere else. Best place I have lived thus far.  I'm rambling again, trying to decide if I should try to mow or not. Grass is tall and damp. Lawnmower is electric. Thunderstorm forecast. (I guess that would be a haiku.)

Attempt at brevity

from shadows emerge
the opposite of darkness
she drinks at the shore

Been trying to write this for years now. Still not where I want it to be. It's about an albino doe. It was night when I saw her.

stop already!

There is a certain futility in aiming for the attention of someone determined not to give it to you. (I think I have to include my landlord here, been trying to get leaking sink fixed for a year.) Back to piles of mindless work. Will not let anxiety get the best of me. Will not cry on my co-workers. (More medical crap.) Will not let zombies (or was that a human?) walk unimpeded through the building with nerf-gun drawn.  Suddenly feel the urge to go home and blast Hüsker Dü on the stereo.

Here's a haiku (a work in progress, good practice) inspired by a bunch of gulls conversing:

on cold wet green grass
strange congregation of birds
gather, squawk in turn.