It should be enough...

It should be enough
that I breathe and love,
but it just isn't.

Out of inky black...

Out of grey and black,

the moon shows only most of

her smiling face.

Not for the Blog Challenge, Just Kinda a Haiku

My lap, filled with warmth,
soft fur, and purring; eyes closed
as I think of god.

Not Interested

So, when I committed to do the daily blog in August, I didn't really look at the daily assignments thoroughly.  I wish I would've, because I would've noticed some that I just plain didn't want to write about or even think about.  So I'm out until the 20th, and not sure if I'm interested in any of the other days' subjects after that either.

I can hear the voice of a woman I know in my head admonishing me that "a commitment is not a convenience."  But she's so judgmental that she makes me look positively, optimistically tolerant in a side-by-side comparison.

So, since today's topic is "What Time I'd Travel Back to & Why," I guess I will write that I'd travel back a couple of weeks to rescind my commitment to blog daily in August.  I don't like flaking, but I guess, in some ways, I'm a lot like a good croissant.

Still Falling Down on the Job: August Daily Blog Challenges 9 - 12

Day 9, Friday. A regret.

With best intentions,
I say I commit.  But no
follow through means---

Day 10, Saturday.  Opening lines from five favourite books, in no particular order.

• ''Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.''

• "There was a boy named Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it."  (Probably the best opening line of a book EVER.)

• "It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife."  (A ubiquitous choice, but this is one of everyone's favorite opening lines for a reason.)

• "The first ray of light which illumines the gloom, and converts into a dazzling brilliancy that obscurity in which the earlier history of the public career of the immortal Pickwick would appear to be involved, is derived from the perusal of the following entry in the Transactions of the Pickwick Club, which the editor of these papers feels the highest pleasure in laying before his readers, as a proof of the careful attention, indefatigable assiduity, and nice discrimination, with which his search among the multifarious documents confided to him has been conducted."

• ''If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.''

Day 11, Sunday.  Earliest memory.

Sunlit reddish hair,

sparkling water dotted with

geese and small breadcrumbs.

 

Day 12, Monday.  A ghost story – yours or someone else’s.

 

Glowing demon eyes--

or werewolf-- born of fears

religiously born.

Falling Down on the Job: August Daily Blog Challenge Posts 5-8

Day 5, Monday. A "something you wish you did really well" haiku.

Glittery strippers
cajole Bills of both kinds with
fascinating skill.

Day 6, Tuesday. "A favourite quote and why it’s special" haiku.

You can't save your face
and your ass at the same time--
though I've often tried.


Day 7, Wednesday. Five songs that bring back memories.

I remind a couple of my guy friends of "Little Dreamer" by Van Halen.  One of them is gone now, & he would quote it to me even just before he died.  Back in the day, he'd sing it to me. 

"A Boy Named Sue" was my favorite song as a kid.  I still like it a lot.

"Mr. Crowley" still gives me chills & I can't help but raise my hands up in the air, sort of like that picture of Ozzy that used to be featured on that album.  I don't have anything with fringes on the sleeves these days, though, which is a pity.

"I Drink" by my one of my favorite bands ever, L7, continues to make me happy & reminds me of what I'd be like if I drank Black Russians.  Another favorite from the same album:  "Uncle Bob."  I was so inspired by L7 that only my deep lack of self-worth stopped me from learning music & starting a band of my own.  But I still have the music & the memories of seeing them in concert as often as I could (but my t-shirt is long gone home to dead t-shirt heaven). 



Day 8, Thursday. A "guilty pleasure" haiku.

O, Shore of Jersey,
with your laundry and tans and
gyms-- how I love you!

August Daily Blog Challenge Post 3: a Pleasant Memory

Here are two!

Feet buried in sand;

waves effervesce in sunlight;

seagulls chase white foam.

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Warm, sweet berries burst!

A sweeter counterpoint of

brown sugar and—Bliss!


I thought about explaining my haiku about these memories, but I realized that explaining means I don't think my poems did a good enough job, so...  Let's hope they did & I don't have to.