Frozen in Gallop

It is a mistake to think of the mundane as innocuous.

                                                                                                                                               
RoadRecently I was asked, “What motivated you to start a blog?”

The tornado in my head.  Or any number of turning, whirling, spinning metaphors transforming the inside of my head into a savage merry-go-round.  You’ve seen the Dutch angle close-ups of carousel horses, wide-eyed and mid-whinny, set to unsettling organ music.  They’re frozen in gallop, a frightening paradox, and none too unlike ideas begging for fruition.

Not long ago, I wrote my take on blogging etiquette and in it, I bound myself to a weekly post.  But then comes a holiday week, and I have less time than usual as I prepare for a road trip to the mountains – where my heart beats louder than it does anywhere near daily responsibility.  It doesn’t help that I seem to be dysfunctionally incapable of doing anything unless I’m Somehow Moved.   So I have a daily battle with inspiration, even when it comes to washing the dishes.

What to post, will I even have time for this weekly birthing, do I really want to use laundry time to blog?   All I want is for my Thanksgiving to start!

It happens that when I am moved, I’m taken over by an unstoppable Monster.  It always comes down to, will inspiration deign pay a visit?  But, oh no, will it then overstay its welcome and make me miss my dentist appointment?  And round and around.

When I came across the Daily Post’s writing prompt, a haiku a day for five days, I was Somehow Moved.

In the future, I expect to have control over how this movement is generated in me.  That way I’ll be able to apply the burning impetus to complete fairy-dusted tasks to all aspects of life.

In the meantime, my weekly posting remains uninterrupted with five apropos haikus.  They are about weekday mundanities, leading up to the Shangri-La of Friday.  In each, there happens to be spinning, twirling, or rotating, like my aforementioned head.

And often, there is something sharp involved, because it is a mistake to think of the mundane as innocuous.

H o u s e h o l d   H a i k u s

Ceiling Fan

M O N D A Y

Ceiling fan reflects
in her spinning irises.
Where’s inspiration?

T U E S D A Y

Turning metal claws
massacre berries in glass.
Gulp, health delivered.

W E D N E S D A Y

Beige water swirls slow.
Tub drain resists and gurgles,
“You’ll call plumber now?”

T H U R S D A Y

Dark fuzz on sink’s edge –
his plugged shaver broke again.
She wants two bathrooms.

F R I D A Y

Checkered snow and earth,
a hopscotch by mountain’s foot.
Breathe deep, this is life.

Photo Credit Casey Hugelfink

Photo Credit Casey Hugelfink

Cathartic Monkeyism

  • Haikus are simple, satisfying, and an effective exercise in brevity.
  • People with a tornado in their head might consider becoming better at time management so they can fit in creative needs without neglecting daily responsibility.
  • By “people” I mean me.  But most of us can stand to improve our time management skills.

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17 comments

  1. mike · · Reply

    Enjoy your trip to the mountains and have a great Thanksgiving!

    1. Thanks! You have a wonderful Thanksgiving with your family.

  2. theanticougar · · Reply

    Love love love. Can’t wait to hear it all over again.

    1. So timely, your comment – I was just re-reading the post (because I’m obsessive like that), and it now strikes me as somewhat violent! Not sure if I want to expose our hapless TG folks to it when we’re supposed to be all holiday-themey…

      It’s uncanny how the state of mind comes right through, even if you don’t intend it.

      This was supposed to be about mostly-innocent haikus!

  3. What is it about haikus that, in being so limited, push us to express so much with so little? I love the clogged drain one– it’s probably my favorite, but I also love Thursday’s boyfriend facial hair frustrations. And I’m pretty sure that next time we get a light and noncommittal dusting of snow I will think of it as hopscotch 🙂

    1. You should follow the link to Daily Post and do the five haikus! You have until tomorrow…

      1. Daaangit I just posted!!! I’ll have to keep an eye out for future haiku opportunities, though I’m not sure I possess your level of skill 🙂

  4. Paul · · Reply

    So you’re headed to the mountains.

    The peaks’ white teeth cut
    Sharp the cerulean sky
    The air grows frozen

    Have a great trip and a Happy Thanksgiving!

    (All things sharp are not bad.)

    1. So, I never went, no cerulean sky for me… Thanksgiving was great, though.

  5. Maybe someday I will try a haiku.

    1. A regular one or a “Bitter” one? Either way it’d be fun to read yours.

      1. I’m pretty sure it would be a bitter one.

      2. Perfect. Can’t wait.

      3. You’ll probably have to wait for a while. Good thing you are patient right?

      4. That’s almost haiku right there. You just need your last line of five syllables:

        You’ll probably wait
        Good thing you are patient, right?

  6. Diane · · Reply

    You are not a lone tree falling in the forest (smile). I enjoyed your post. It’s amazing how much can be captured in the short lines of a Haiku. Nicely done.

    1. Lovely of you to read and comment, thank you.

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