I watched the pencil shavings spew out of the sharpener like little woody sentences.
eyes droop, head spins, spent
self immolate to anger?
don’t disease your soul
The last peace offering for the Weekly Writing Challenge.
moon magicks the land
the white horse flies through quiet rock
hush, watch him break peace
still twilight forest
night brings a diamond blanket
the moon shudders slow
death comes at twilight
shadows dance in wary peace
light grabs my sad wrist
(These are my first two haiku offerings for the Weekly Writing Challenge)
Here are a few haikus that I enjoyed.
- Weekly Writing Challenge: Haiku Catchoo | This, that and the other thing
- Weekly Writing Challenge: Haike Catchoo! | thirtythrees
- bedtime rhyme | Duo Tell
- DPChallenge – Five Haiku | Tea with a Pirate
- Winter memories | Paint the world with words
Some times, the most random sights make you stop and think. A few years ago, I came upon these two posters which made me stop and think for a while. You will have to pardon the awful framing, focus, etc.
Both the posters tackle themes which are very relevant today, across countries, cultures and generations.
I am not sure what to say any more. (Is it politically correct to start a blog post like that?)
Sure, I am all for the label-bashing (girl?boy? human? pfft) but sometimes I get plain confused when I say something and someone tells me, “That’s not politically correct any more”. Bewildered, I look at the ceiling a while and then say, “It was, until a few months ago, yes?”
Yeah, but not any more. (Well then honestly, I didn’t get my last edition of the “Label Basher Weekly”. It must have been lost in the mail, or wait should that be post?) Because, “mail” is just too, you know…’sexist’, phonetically speaking.
On that topic of boredom, I discovered a rather obscure character in an obscure fantasy novel who seems to be bored by everything. Hence he is a lot like me. Everything bores me after a point.
Yes, so this character I was talking about. He is this teenage boy called Lerris. I know it’s vaguely creepy that I choose to identify with a teenage boy at this age.