Showing posts with label construction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label construction. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

of houses and haiku, and other things...

About a week ago, I became the head of a construction crew. Yes, I'm entirely serious, although not quite sane. I led my brothers in a rampage through the backyard that ended in a rough sort of playhouse/hut/wooden frame. It...well...nevermind, but we had a good time, if you don't count the mosquitos and the occasional sore thumb.
Ok. haiku. HAIKU?!? yes, I write haiku, but only occasionaly. That occasion being? Assigned to write haiku for Inkslingers. (5, 7, 5 syllables, there, now you know what haiku is--except in the traditional form it is supposed to be about nature, and not all of mine is.)

Inkslingers is a
Creative writing group for
Teens, grades 7-12
*****

To write is to find
the thin line of consciousness
telling a story.
*****

Did you have to go?
You left me fully empty—
Sadness in my bones.
*****

Fitfully, I sleep
Dark spirits possess my mind.
Nightmare, no control.
*****

Warm terracotta
And bright bluest of oceans
Oh, California!
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Mourning dove’s call says
No time for fixing all those
Broken-hearted dreams
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Lily lanterns in
The misty evening
Brighten rosy cheeks
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Ruffled skirts swaying
Little bits of sun on earth
Yellow daffodils
*****
(for you, Cara)

Where may I find her—
This ruby bit of laughter—
The pink dragonfly?
*****

White hand over grey
Linen over dying dust
Tears will pass away.

Monday, August 01, 2005

noise and beauty

The sound of cordless screwdrivers and hammers echoes in our basement. The smell of fresh paint fills the air. My grandparents are at work.