Yvette's Inner Geek Blog

First, some zen: What is the sound of a plural haiku?

Second, please leave a comment with which haiku you like best and/or write one of your own. I will read them all through the thick, watery film that is covering my eyes. And then I will laugh-cough until I crumple into a muscle-weakened pile on the floor. Wherein I will hopefully recuperate. And possibly be a little less dramatic about it all.

I Have a Bad Cold – 1

viral consciousness
threatens to disintegrate
into fevered dreams

I Have a Bad Cold – 2

thick, watery eyes
head a runny, stuffy mess
bite my ass, virus

I Have a Bad Cold – 3

runny, stuffy mess
bite my shiny metal ass
you stupid virus

I Have a Bad Cold – 4

littering room with
virus-laden used tissues
for the sexy win

Virally=

full moon, eerie clouds
waxing howls tumble over
dead silent mountains

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Living close against a mountain range means that I spend a lot of time looking out into my backyard, ignoring the street and house lights to the east that interfere with an otherwise uninterrupted view. Though I’ve had my living room window view for four years now, I still find myself looking out, looking up, and always seeing something new and spectacular in the sky. Stepping outside to feel it more. Wanting to capture it in a photograph yet knowing that even Hubble photographs can only represent a fraction of the beauty that is experienced in person.

Some moments are only meant as moments. Trying to capture them, to more fully share or relive the moment, is impossible.

Thirty-three candles
Worth seventeen syllables
Happy Birthday, Liz