Lavender Haiku

Deep inhalation,

blue purple, soft as velvet,

distinct Summer smell.

Flowers

Outside:

Daffodils, tulips and perfume producing hyacinths.

Dogwood, cherry, names unknown.

Inside:

Her black abaya skims the floor,

but as she walks I see can see the

bright colorful flowers on her skirt.

Morning Commute

Leaves starting to turn,

Four white vans full of soldiers,

I feel the music.

Done and Not Really Done

Today I finished the fourth book in Stephen King's series The Dark Tower. Wizard and Glass corresponds to the first book in the graphic novel series. That means I already knew the story. That made it really hard for me to read. Well, I'm finally done. It was a great book (even with the cowboy porn)--and 700 pages! I've read 2,000 pages in paperback so far! I think the last three books might be another 2,000! Finishing the series will be a big accomplishment for me.

Such wonderful writing has inspired me a little. Last year I thought about writing an ode to lemon cake. I never even started. This year I started, but I haven't finished it. The last poem I wrote was a joke. I need to start writing again. I'm still as useless as Henry Fool.

Never Trust the Weatherman

We arrive and it has just rained,

It is still raining under the trees,

Steam rises up from the road.

As we head off on our bikes toward the dam,

My previous hesitation (fear) seems ridiculous.

The mud flecks onto my thighs,

And sprays up the back of my shirt.

I notice the mud on my shoes,

I should have worn my new water shoes.

We arrive at the dam viewing area.

It begins to rain,

No, it is pouring.

At least the mud is washing off.

As the rain drops pelt me,

I imagine my sunscreen being whisked away.

I feel my socks soaking up the rain.

A frog jumps through the water covering the path.

Thunder cracks overhead,

We are completely soaked.

Just before the rain lets up,

We slide on the wooden bridge,

And both end up laying on the bridge in the rain.

As we continue,

I'm strangely not upset.

A turtle pulls into his shell as I pass.

What is the point of a swimsuit,

When we are soaked?

I put on my water shoes,

And head to the river.

The water level is high,

Finding a warm spot,

We wash the mud from our clothes.

It starts to rain again.

In the car we change into dry clothes (our swimsuits).

An hour later the sun is,

Shining--brightly.

Never trust the weatherman.

Superdork

Up really late last night I composed this little poem....
I am a superdork.


I was entranced right from the start,
Now I'm dying since we're apart,
Return to Blockbuster
Took all I could muster,
I'm in love with Mariokart.