I hate Haiku

April 6, 2012 — dorkydeb

The HAWMC topic for today is to write a haiku about your health focus.  I hate haiku (haikus?) – see I don’t even know what the plural of “haiku” is, nor do I really care. LOL For some reason I’ve always hated them. I knew that when I got out of school, I would never write another haiku. Because this is my blog and I can write whatever I want here, today I decided to write a silly poem about my feelings about the dreaded haiku.

So without further ado,

here is my poem, “I Hate Haiku.”

I hate haiku.
I really do.

I won’t write one.
I won’t write two.

WEGO asked me to follow through.
But I won’t, not even for you.

I tried in school.
I looked a fool.

“Oh my!” the teacher said, ”This just won’t do.”
“Oh and this, it’s wrong too.”

And with that,
out the dreaded red pen came.

There I sat,
as she said my name.

I don’t get it, “What’s the point?” I said.
I’d really rather go back to bed.

Than write a haiku,
even for you.

I hate haiku.
I really do.

I won’t write one.
I won’t write two.

My school days are through.
There will be no more haiku.

:)

 

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The Beechnut

July 30, 2010 — dorkydeb

According to the Department of Natural Resources:
As the beechnut or American beech tree gets ready for winter, its leaves turn a brownish russet color and the three-sided nuts it produces are borne in prickly burs. Because the nut is small and covered with a thin, leathery shell, sometimes people don’t take the effort to harvest it. However, they do have a delicate, rich flavor.

Most days I handle being disabled pretty well.  I am good at keeping a positive outlook and realizing just how blessed I am to be alive.  I have the ability to see the blessings in my life and not simply the struggles.

My faith gives me strength.

But there are some days, when it is harder to be the optimist.  Some days I feel like this beechnut I photographed.

Full of potential,
yet held back so much by the prickly confines of my disability.

I watch the world go by,
just like the water whirling past this beechnut.

I see all of the things I want to be doing,
and I watch them float by.

It brings a moment of sadness,
then guilt for the sadness.
I have much to be thankful for.

Perhaps someday I will be released,
and be able to meld my life experiences in a way where I can enjoy the things of my past – yet hold on to the appreciation that I have for those things now.

The beechnut either rots in its prickly shell,
or it makes it out and can go on to live so much more.
Some even become a tree.
Some grow tall and strong.
Some make more beechnuts.

Then it hit me,
perhaps I’m already a tree and I just don’t realize it.

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