Here I sit, broken hearted;
Came to write,
Couldn't get started.
I know, it's a paraphrase of an old-time, male locker room rhyme, but it's the best I can do today. Really, as I sit here in a mental fog, that has lasted far too many days, staring at the mist enshrouded river, I complain to my wife D. about this unrelenting fatigue that has insinuated itself into myself. My right brain has been blanketed with a quilt of thick black wool and my left brain limps along on auto-pilot. Coming to my rescue, as she frequently does, D. offered to let me use her recently penned haiku. She remembered my saying something about a 5-7 ratio and she produced this haiku which in it's reversal worked for me and also saved me from a postless poetry Thursday. ;-)
I'll bracket it with pictures from D.'s flower garden.
Tentacles ever creeping
Insidiously
Into our garden of blooms.
Came to write,
Couldn't get started.
I know, it's a paraphrase of an old-time, male locker room rhyme, but it's the best I can do today. Really, as I sit here in a mental fog, that has lasted far too many days, staring at the mist enshrouded river, I complain to my wife D. about this unrelenting fatigue that has insinuated itself into myself. My right brain has been blanketed with a quilt of thick black wool and my left brain limps along on auto-pilot. Coming to my rescue, as she frequently does, D. offered to let me use her recently penned haiku. She remembered my saying something about a 5-7 ratio and she produced this haiku which in it's reversal worked for me and also saved me from a postless poetry Thursday. ;-)
I'll bracket it with pictures from D.'s flower garden.
Tentacles ever creeping
Insidiously
Into our garden of blooms.
15 Comments:
Your paraphrased locker room rhyme had me laughing so hard! It was nice of your wife to lend you her haiku -- it is really nice and I love the ever creeping tentacles. Your photos are beautiful!
lovely photos and a lovely wife!
Thanks to D! I think I need her to kick my brain into gear, too. I'm feeling a bit the same way, Rel.
I know that locker room rhyme! Lovely photos of D's garden and very generous of her to lend you her haiku.
The blanks get us all at times, Rel. Never fear, you are not alone...;-)
I too have those moments, fear not! THe words will flow again.
That locker room rhyme was good too and your wife wrote a great haiku. I must not forget the beautiful flowers!
Well the positive side of your writers block, I could catch up on you blog quite quick! Do we all share in this nuisance? That would be an emphatic YES! "Blanketed with a quilt of thick black wool" quite the amazing thread of words coming from a blocked man, wouldn't you say? Again YES!!! Enjoy the time to regenerate Rel ...soon the fog will lift!
Hugs Sherrie
D's haiku is just lovely and look at those flowers!!! Mine are taking a beating with all the hard rain we've been having the last couple of days. As for the "brain fog", maybe your brain is telling you to give it a rest?? lol xox
Very nice haiku! HMMM I wonder if J writes too... :)
You are so lucky to have D. It sounds like she saves you in so many ways.
Lovely poem and photos - and on a wing and a prayer and the very last minute is how all of us operate at one time or another, Rel.
D has done well with her haiku!
Don't worry, Rel, we all get those fogs. I haven't had an awful lot to say for myself lately, either.
But if you are physically tired, too....consider a trip to your family Dr, won't you? (sorry .... you know I am terrible nag!)
Take care
Jelly
What a pleasure to have read and seen this post!
Hey Rel,
Still in the fog? I wanted to know your thoughts on language...
LOVE the blossoms and flowers on your page, they are so delightful.
Glad to be back blogging too!!
Scarlett & Viaggiatore
had the same feelings recently and have a similarly loving wife to support my works.
aren't we blessed?
fog is good - gives the landscape a rest and waters it at the same time ;)
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