So I’ve been clicking on little hearts or thumbs up under pictures of domestic animals. Mind you, I only started doing this with the advent of Facebook, tumblr, etc. Makes me feel part of mainstream or something like that. I guess!
Before that people had to walk around with their animals to get appreciation. Progress!
At least people still seem to have real cats, dogs, canaries, rabbits, rats and mice.
But, like any fad or fashion, this is bound to blow over sooner or later. Or to get replaced by more advanced technology.
So I was on my way to the store close-by,
only to find out, once I got there, that it was closed.
Well hell, I thought, that saved me some money
coz I’s about to buy me some clothes.
That’s what I call a close call
and less wear on the clothesline.
Written upon instigation by BlogFriday – seeking submissions for the word ‘closed.’ This haiku with its syllabic structure of 11 / 13 / 10 / 9 / 7 / 7 is not the only thing that’s a amiss here. Or a close call.
Written in a not so sincere writing mood years ago and kept in drafts. Now it finally gets to see the bright lights of the web. Ooey!
Auslöser dieses Haiku war ein Gedicht, in dem der Autor es wohl als besonders poetisch empfand, wenn etwas weiß auf weiß geschrieben wird. Hat sicher etwas mit dem Mysterium der Nichtlesbarkeit zu tun. Ihr wisst schon ... zwischen den Zeilen lesen. Nur dass in diesem Fall nicht einmal Zeilen da sind. Es lebe der Gefühlskitsch aktueller deutscher Internet-Poesie.
Written for NaPoWriMo on day 16. Today, the task was to "celebrate that yin yang quality – the eternal twinning of opposites by doing one of the following: write a poem in the form of a complaint about something that is good or you like, or in the form of a hymn to something that is bad or that you dislike. A rant about blue skies, an encomium to rainy days. A curt dismissal of strawberries or beach vacations; a paean to Brussels sprouts, or waiting rooms."
Well, each of these ideas could have set off my creative forces, but rain was first – so there!
Not to worry, though; I'll probably rant about strawberries on the beach very soon.
Written for Read Write Poem's napowrimo #2. The task was to type "RWP" into Acronymattic and then write a poem with one or several of the resulting explanations. "Rear wheel push" appealed to me more than anything else because of its absence of abstraction, which fits in nicely with William Carlos Williams' "No ideas but in things."