Haiku Friday: Suckitude

Haiku Friday

Suckitude happens
and today,though, not to me,
mommystory, ow

Lucky am I, now
I see, a government job
never seemed so good

Let alone the friends,
my love, my home, a week off
to dream, plan, love, chill

feel better, hurting friends
see the sun peek under cloud
feel the breeze of shade

the healing happens
sometimes, just when suckitude
rages most wild, breathe

hang in, breathe again,
and let the suckitude suck
right out of your heart

for more Washwords’ (and friends) haikus see Haiku You

Haiku Friday: Technical Support

Haiku Friday

Three keys we had cut
Three keys, and not a one, here
Found!! and yet…. one lock: broke

The couch makes the room
Chocolate brown, it’s ours, for real
Then – heart and it, sunk!

Sure, it can be fixed
or, we’ll get our money back
yet i crave perfect

laptop replacement
new work machines: fast, sleek, new
i liked the old one

Still, the day has come
new laptop, new world arise
I’m 50th from last

for more Washwords’ (and friends) haikus see Haiku You

Walls

No time to write? Try 60 second doses.

Okay, so usually I’ve been told, have benefitted from, and would recommend 60 MINUTE doses (or at least 10 minutes). Still, there’s something to even shorter spurts for kicking up ideas even when you’re feeling none.

And the lovely site, the One-Minute Writer, makes it easy, complete with a timer to track the seconds for you.

I tried this one Today’s Writing Prompt: Walls but the whole site is wonderful. And speaking of wonderful, so is the WordPress plug-in scrippets

Walls

[scrippet]

INT. LIVING ROOM, SUBURBAN HOME, NIGHT

WASHWORDS IS HOLDING A RED GLASS BOX.

WASHWORDS
This box holds my lovely heart.

ME
The box is lovely. It is red and glass and catches the light. It is safe.

WASHWORDS
But the heart is inside. Inside is the rich, warm, fleshy love.

ME
Careful. You have to be careful. You’ll break it without the box

WASHWORDS
It’s only the box that could break. It’s the box that is made of glass,threatening shards of red and glass that prickle and stab that heart.

ME
Not if you don’t move it. Ever. Never ever open or adjust it.

WASHWORDS
If you don’t move it, it cannot breathe and it will die.

ME
Still. Safe.

WASHWORDS
And dead.

[/scrippet]

What walls do I want to knock down?

The jagged glass ones that seduce and appeal and dazzle and, on occasion, choke my heart.

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