Hi there. It’s July, almost August, and the heat perpetrates various effects upon the psyche. Some of these are unusual, as in:
Why, upon reviewing assorted inkspilt scraps (many substandard), am I finding stuff about firewood? As in winter stuff. Here’s one:
THE POSE
Firewood – a crow lands
Posing on split pine
Listens now – sentry duty
Ok, that one’s almost all right since it has nature stuff and a cutting word, sorta. Upon reading it you should be thinking something along the lines of ‘Hey, things are going to be ok seeing as I checked out a real haiku! In your face, Adversity!’
Here’s another:
EXPECTANT
Log on the back porch
Eleven months and counting
Expecting to burn
Not as technically brilliant, but just ponder upon a log that’s been on your porch for almost a year. What does that say about the homeowner? Nevermind — the ring of truth is too awkward. Unless it’s about patience, which I’m not sure it is. But fear not — this exercise has inspired a new creation:
There once was a big log named Vern
Who patiently waited his turn
He said on a lark
As he lost all his bark
Hey Baby! I’m ready to Burn!
This is going downhill…