It is a mistake to think of the mundane as innocuous.
Recently 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
M O N D A Y
Ceiling fan reflects
in her spinning irises.
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.
- 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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