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


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


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


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


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


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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  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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