raybear | Let me say a few words about Marilyn Monroe: she was born Norma Jean Baker....

The amount of alone-time I'm needing these past couple days is ridiculous. I'm not sure what brought this mood on though I'm not fighting it. I've managed to make contact with a few people anyway, which is good and keeping me balanced, even if I'm not necessarily in my most social mindset and probably somewhat spacey when out.

i leaned over and
whispered in your ear, she's sexy
but that's not why.

There's some program circulating around that creates a "haiku" when you plug in your username. I took the first half of what it produced, but since it didn't complete the final preposition, much less the final sentence, I changed it around to make sense.

I am bothered by a lot of people's attempts at haiku. Not that I'm some sort of expert, but that's the precise reason why I don't engage in it. First off, the topic is supposed to be about the natural world. Secondly, it's not just about 5-7-5 syllables per line -- there's supposed to be a twist. The last line is like a little audible gasp, an "oh" moment, what they call 'a leap' is made and the reader must catch up with the words. I think maybe my fake-haiku almost achieves that effect.

Here are examples from true haiku poets (and the syllables won't fit because they're translated from japanese):

Among the grasses,
A flower blooms white,
Its name unknown
-shiki

The scent and colour
Of the wisteria
Seem far from the moon.
-buson

The voice of the pheasant;
How I longed
For my dead parents!
-basho

I have this fantasy that involves lying in bed next to you...sitting upright, propped against my velvet pillow....you're next to me....we're holding books. Reading quietly together, indulging in a rare luxury. Then turning out the lights and curling up to sleep.