We have colds, chores, tasks
sniffling snow, chugging juice
and we are giddy
Sometimes the best trip
is no trip at all, rather
you, me, woofs, crossword
We shop ikea,
hit DMV, mall, grocery
and laugh, how we laugh
I feel lucky and
you say, “not lucky, right” We
are right, we are right
(mwah “some guy named me”)
for more Washwords’ (and friends) haikus see Haiku You
In continuing to review some old-school lessons (want to write? READ) I’m trying something new with the blog here and again…. excerpting some of what I’m reading RIGHT now – and sharing the thoughts/discussions/arguments/emotions these writers have spurred in me.
Today, I am thinking about authenticity, thanks to Suburban Turmoil, who discusses the reaction to her meeting up and befriending a slightly more …. traditionally Christian blogger and fellow parenting-blog award-winner, Angie. While many of Angie’s readers were positive, Suburban is careful to stress, there were others….
They were bothered by the profanity on my blog. One mentioned my “immodest picture.” And there was more:
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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
