Haiku Sunday – 13 September 2015

Ack! I forgot Poll Saturday!

The last few days have been a little busy. There’s work, as usual. Then there was cleaning the house for the impending maternal visit (she lands in a few hours). Then, because life wasn’t interesting or busy enough, there was the Friday afternoon spent chasing down an escaped parrot.

That was hair-raising. Imagine a cage door somehow not as shut as it seemed (and we’re quite careful), and a French door open to outside. Imagine four dogs, one of whom is deaf and old and doesn’t care much but three of whom are quite happy at the idea of chasing squawking, flapping, screaming, one-bite-fits-all small parrots.

micahAll in all we’re lucky only one of the 2 parrots got out.

Cue 3 hours of alternate deep depression, heart-stopping hope, self-flagellating guilt and remorseful relief. Yes, we got him back. Turns out most “how to catch your escaped parrot” websites are right: a tame parrot that can fly won’t usually go very far, and will usually stay put once they find a relatively safe spot to sit. The little bugger didn’t answer any of our calls, but it turns out he was about 20′ from the back door (and 20′ up in a tree) while we were freaking out calling him.

Eventually he got hungry, and mostly he got jealous of the fact that the other parrot was being fed yum-yums (seeds and nuts) and was making a lot of noise about enjoying them. He tried to fly down, failed, landed on a branch within reach and was very happy to get on my hand and go back into the house. Whew.

So, haiku.

Friday was hellish
Le perroquet est dans l’arbre!*
All’s well that ends well.

Feel free to join in.

* See Mr. Izzard, French lessons, and monkeys, passim.

Blaugust Day 23 – Haiku Sunday

Foolishly, no doubt, I have decided to revive a short-lived theme I ran on this blog way back when in 2009; some of the haikus produced by yours truly and a few commenters have been reproduced below. Today’s theme, of course, must be Blaugust – use it if it inspires you, ignore it if it does not. Knock yourselves out or just mock my efforts.

Please don’t haiku-Nazi us about form, subject and imagery. This is purely for fun.

Sunday morning sloth.
My Basenjis look at me -
Why do this blog thing?

It’ll do for something yanked out from behind my eyes in 20 seconds.

I am definitely resisting the post-a-day Blaugust exhortation, and yet I am still doing it, hauling my unwilling ass to the keyboard every morning even though I know I absolutely don’t have to and would probably rather not.

This is typical me (typical me, typical me, I started something…) — I am not a joiner, but then I join things anyway and spend the entire time half-regretting the decision, ambivalent about being around so many people / so much of the time… and actually enjoying myself. Sometimes I wonder if I’m just a whiny old bag; I sincerely hope not, since being an actual whiny old bag (as opposed to playing one on my blog) is not something I aspire to.

Past Haikus

Melmoth – Theme: Socks
Cold feet in winter.
That stupid Tenacious D:
Rocking my socks off.

Sara Pickell – Theme: Tabula Rasa (just before the fold)
Leaves of amber tint
Glow angry red and blacken
In plasma and rain

Mallika – Theme: Sunday
Relaxing Sunday
Love it when we just stay home
Introverts unite

ArbitraryGenius – Theme: Instances
Just did an instance
there were just four of us there
it was meant for six

Melmoth – Theme: Don’t stand in the fire?
Dancing with spring’s joy.
Autumn’s colour follows him.
Underpants on fire.

Enric Darkstone – Theme: Haiku Sunday
Looking at your posts,
This is your first Haiku one.
Dante Inspired…? -_^

Ysharros – Response
This is the second
Haiku day theme we have had;
There will be others.

Enric Darkstone – Response
My apologies,
I must have missed that posting,
Carry on, madam.

Theme: Hardcore vs Casual

Did you know this axe
Can slice your head clean off, yep –
Feel lucky, carebear?

I play a healer
Like it was a tank, so what?
I are L337 d00d3rz

I love nice purples.
Crafting is my greater love.
How can I do both and live?

Capn John:
The deadliest beast
in Stranglethorn Vale is…
a bored 80.

Haiku Sunday, March 1st 2009

haikumarch1_2009In honour of my mother’s birthday yesterday, today’s theme is family. Yes, even dysfunctional ones. 😉

You cannot choose them
Yet what pain, when you lose them
A tear in the heart

I don’t see them much
Separated by oceans
Still, they are with me.

These aren’t directly about Mum — the first had my grandad suddenly pop into my head, as he tends to do (he died a few months ago). The second is mostly about my sibs, and about my life within an “exploded” country- and continent-spanning family. It may seem tough from the outside, but it’s what I’m used to. You don’t need to be in someone’s pocket to be close to them.

Ah, maudlin and fuzzy. Just like me, having woken up not long ago. Please, come and improve on my efforts!

(Standard haiku measure is 5 syllables / 7 syllables / 5 syllables, for those unfamiliar. One principle is to move from the specific (e.g. a flower) to the more generally meaningful (e.g. the impermanence of life) through some reference to nature; there are many other underlying principles for a “proper” haiku and I have yet to live up to any of them, partly because I can’t write in Japanese — but just trying to fit a decently interesting idea into the 5-7-5 metre can be a challenge in itself. Have a go!)

Haiku Sunday – February 1, 2009

haiku-feb-1Did you know this axe
Can slice your head clean off, yep –
Feel lucky, carebear?

* * * (Theme is hardcore v casual, if you want to use it.)

Your turn

(Edit – for those who aren’t sure, the basic Haiku form is 5, 7, 5 syllables. There’s much more to it in terms of the relationship between the lines and what the final line says, but this is Haiku 99, not even 100 or 101, so write what you please. You can also play with the syllable arrangement somewhat (7, 5, 5) but not too much, and the total number is fairly immutable. Try it, it’s easier than you think. The hard part is doing it well, Grasshopper.)

Haiku Sunday, January 25th

haikuplattersrepimageWent to bed real late –
Woke up with a start, jumped up!
Thank God it’s Sunday.

… It is Sunday, right?

Basenji blanket heap
Nose poking into cold
He prefers the heat

(Non-standard 5-7-5 but we’re not dogmatic here. (See what I did there?))

In other news, I’m going to be on the prowl for another theme here soon. This one is ridiculously limted in terms of font options. I gather most of the non-self-hosted ones will be, but this is plain silly. So if you visit in person and things are … variable … for a few days, you’ll know why. If you get this through a reader, you’ll never notice.

2009 – Sunday is Haiku Day!

crimsonkingLet’s see if we can keep this up for more than a week, eh? I’ll probably have forgotten all about this by… oh, tonight. I need them to get cracking on those in-yer-brain PDA implants, since I keep forgetting where I put my little reminder papers.

So, yes. Haiku Sunday, and today’s theme is…. (hunts for inspiration)…..(searches in bottom of coffee mug)…. socks!

Do not mock the sock
It’s the ghost in the machine
The washing machine

Give me a break, ok? It’s 7:30 AM here and I’ve only had one cup of coffee. (Note to self, wait for second cup consumption before posting.)