I meant to post a #haikusday double bonus yesterday, but I forgot. Oh well! Since it's Wednesday, I'll share another gem. Wait for it...
My relationships are more than a status.
My family is more than a photo album.
My friendships are more than tags.
My sense of humor is more than a meme.
My history is more than my timeline.
My reality is more than my newsfeed.
My philosophy is more than 120 characters.
My approval is more than a thumbs up.
My repertoire includes more than hashtags.
I'm interested in more than notifications.
I heart things that I don't love.
I'm not a follower.
I don't need an internet connection to entertain myself.
I don't need likes to feel validated.
I don't need to read your timeline to be your friend.
What I share is but an infinitesimal portion
of a fictional me.
And I rarely believe what I see.
Usually we celebrate Tuesday with a good old fashioned haiku (or some subversion of it), but I was feeling Emo today, so I'm sharing a different poem.
Tuesdays come and Tuesdays go,
But where they've gone, I'll never know.
Perhaps they're stacked in one big pile.
I'm losing Tuesdays, all the while.
Thanks for reading. #Haikusday
Don't let this come between us
Divide us and defeat us
What it won't supercede is
The love we have for each other
Or stop us from helping one another
Caring for our sisters and our brothers
We can't let the hatred smother
Didn't plan to be
At the mercy of man, you see?
I rather write than fight
United we stand
When we fight, we all fall
We lose our dignity
and that's not all
Let's unite, not fight
Firing the shells
filled with our differences
But what about all the instances
When we were just neighbors
And family and friends
Church members, classmates,
Acquaintances, as it stands
Party lines are invisible
In this nation indivisible
Let's stop making each other miserable
And all join hands.
I just got high
Went there on a Sunday, along with a couple hundred of my closest friends.
None of us spoke to each other.
I visited pretty much every department in the store,
and got souvenirs to remember them by.
I didn't drive far to get here - a couple of blocks.
I didn't have to walk far to the entrance - a couple of blocks.
The checkout line wasn't long - a couple of blocks.
It gave us food. It gave us clothes.
And it would have given us shelter if I had bought that tent I was looking at.
All hail, Walmart!
To think all we sacrificed was our hard-earned money
and priceless life minutes
to partake in its bounty.
Hello Dear Reader. It has been awhile, but lo, I have returned with a haiku! But it's not Tuesday, you say. And you don't even have a clever name for a post on Thursday, you say. Judge not, lest you be judged, my friends. This poem is brought to you by the addictions that are vegetable gardening and seed catalogs.
After wasting an inordinate amount of time checking the planting calendar, shopping for seeds, purchasing said seeds, planning gardens, constructing aformentioned gardens, waiting insufferably for the seeds to arrive in the mail, re-checking the planting calendar, sowing the seeds per the calendar's recommendations, losing mind because planting stuff with a preschooler isn't nearly as romantic as it sounds, watching with anticipation as all the babies, err, plants sprout and finally produce some edible result, I expect a decent return on my investment.
At last, harvest time arrives. Once I got a taste (literally) of all those wonderful leaves and vegetables that were once just tiny little specks in a paper envelope, I was hooked. And in Texas, we have two growing seasons, so the fun never ends!
Ordering more seeds.
You ask me, "Will you ever stop?"
Maybe next season.
Thanksgiving is around the corner and food is on my mind...more than usual. For any of my visitors who do not or have not lived in the U.S., Thanksgiving is a mildly controversial holiday when the people inhabiting this country toss aside their differences, and their diets, to celebrate how thankful we are for everything, mostly manifest destiny. I kid, I kid.
The very next day, we celebrate Black Friday by waking up earlier than we do to on a work day, turning out in droves to throw our money at apathetic retailers, and quarreling with our neighbors for snatching the last half-priced television set.
Basically, it's an awesome time of year. Thanksgiving also leads to many New Year's resolutions, as well; diet related, of course. I really love this time of year, the weather is nice, the memories are fond and the food rarely disappoints. So it is, here is my haiku for you:
Ain't no mountain high enough
To keep me from food
I'll be thankful if you share #haikusday. Let me know in the comments below, what's your favorite food to eat at Thanksgiving?
I love Just Dance just as much as the next person, but my high scores have not prevented me from injuring myself while getting my groove on. When I tried to explain to my husband about my big toe injury, which I have self-diagnosed metatarsalgia, he looked at me with equal parts confusion and concern; not for my pain, but rather for the fact I was playing Just Dance so enthusiastically that I hurt myself. I can't wait to heal so I can put my dancing shoes back on. Literally, you should use shoes while dancing, as wearing said footwear would have prevented my predicament entirely.
I needed a break
Fired up the Wii and Just Danced
A work-at-home perk
Before becoming a mom, I seriously doubted the existence of "Mom Brain". I mean, I was pretty smart and fairly educated. Surely, I would have known if such a thing existed. Then, I had a child. My intelligence seemingly transferred to my offspring and left me forgetful, scatter-brained and confused. Fortunately, the creative portion of my brain survived unscathed, even if I can't immediately distinguish between dialing a phone number and the calculator on my cell phone. #haikusday
Typed the phone number
With surprising precision
Skunks are everywhere; in the movies, in the wild, in my preschooler's imagination. Now, skunks have infiltrated #haikusday. Don't complain if today's post stinks.
Surely she's a skunk
Poised, butt pointed up, she sprays
Really stinky toots
Hi, I'm Kristen; a wife, mother, entrepreneur, and poet. This website is where I share my love of writing, whimsy and sarcasm with everyone everywhere.
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