on the lameness of me

[mamajoan]

I really wish I had time to say something deep here. I even have a couple of ideas about what it would be. I just have no time. Going to bed at midnight (or even earlier!) makes me feel old, but if I don't do it, I'm a zombie the next day. I need to deal with some of this sleep-debt I've got built up, and maybe then I can be profound again. (Don't hold your breath though.)

I wish I could write something too. I feel so dry lately, creativity-wise. I did compose the following haiku about the pollen that seems to be everywhere lately:

Dusty yellow film
Sneeze the symbol of rebirth
Love hate spring summer

Comments

[thamiris.livejournal.com]

Lovely haiku. I especially like the first image because it's so visual. :-)

[mamajoan.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I like haiku a lot because it's so compact; every syllable counts, so you really have to think about what you're saying. And you often leave out articles and helper verbs (or even all verbs), so it becomes lyrical without even really trying.