Drowsy Monday

Drowsy Haiku 

 

Quilted, fluffy clouds

pulled over the Earth's cold ground,

inviting comfort.

 

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Does everybody else feel like today is a perfect nap day? The weather is tepid, the shy is gray, and no work is getting done. I just want to curl up with a book that I don't intend to read and wait for my eyes to droop.

Maybe it's just a general feeling of "meh" due to it being Monday - especially a Monday after a busy weekend. I was fairly productive at work this morning, but as noon approaches I find my focus is waning. I'm not sure if it's me, my job, or this Monday atmosphere, but I really can't seem to get anything done. 

Sometimes Apple Cinnamon

Tasty Haiku 

 

Pumpkin flavoring

in all things consumable.

Yes, Autumn is here!

 

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The definitive sign of the Fall season is that pumpkin flavoring gets added to everything. Not that I'm complaining! Pumpkin doughnuts are pretty damn yummy, though I must admit that I find pumpkin coffee to be just so-so.

Sometimes a bakery will throw you for a loop and offer apple cinnamon flavors in the Fall. Autumn is undoubtedly the most delicious time of year. Everything is delicious in the Fall - the foods, the drinks, the air, even the colors.

Blue Skies

Overcast Haiku  

 Blue clouds full of rain -

tear-drops slipping onto Earth.

The air does not lie.

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What a long, busy weekend I had! I had to work Saturday and today at an Sportsman's Expo, where almost nobody showed up. It was the first year for the event, though, and most people don't really enjoy this type of weather as much as I do. I did, however, manage to get a lot of studying done. I'm so close to my degree I can almost taste it. It tastes lie knowledge. 

Somebody has a campfire burning and it smells amazing.

Today is the Autumnal Equinox, so happy official Fall! Prepare for the following onslaught of leaf-related, cold weather poetry.

The nights will start getting longer, which always makes me feel more comfortable. I'm not sure why. I love the gray, overcast days, as well. There's just something so wonderful about the dark sky.

What is This

Unseasonable Warmth  

 One last cicada

lamenting the past nights frost,

as the leaves turn gold.

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Why is it in, like, the 70's in the middle of September? I literally just wrote a post about how awesome Fall is because the weather gets cooler. Not funny, climate. So not funny.

I suppose I can't really complain too much, though. I had a really pleasant, relaxing day sitting outside of my favorite coffee shop. I got a lot of studying done in the sunshine, but it just strikes me as odd that there wasn't even a chilly breeze nipping at me. It's fall - I want my brisk air!

I dislike when the seasons are out of whack.

Season's Falling

Autumnal Haiku

 

Orange leaves burst on trees,

the sky is a clear bright blue.

I awoke feeling cold.

 

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Autumn is probably my favorite time of year. I love the colors, I love the air, I love smells, I love snuggling under blankets with a warm drink at night. I know that the leaves are just starting to tint themselves with red and gold, but I still feel that shiver that means that Fall is here!

I love Winter, too, but it's a little early to be talking about that. I'll stick to discussing Autumn so that all of you Winter haters don't start panicking. I'll give you a nice, warm tip: drink a nice, warm cocktail! I like a variation of Hot Buttered Rum that I made when I decided that butter and booze sounded disgusting. I called it Hot Pie Rum, but it's a working title.
It's simple to make. Just a splash of Pumpkin Pie Coffee Creamer, a shot of Spiced Rum, fill the glass with hot (hot!) water, then add nutmeg and cinnamon. Basically, it's exactly Hot Buttered Rum with Coffee Creamer instead of butter. Careful, though! When the steam hits your face, the Rum will invade your senses!
Expect plenty more poetry as the Season gets colder, my friends.



Inanimate Object Project

A suggestion was made to me that perhaps I should share my poems before my entries, so that my audience my interpret the poem for themselves before knowing why I wrote it. So, watch out! Here comes a new format!

Purple Climbing Shoes

The dust of the earth

coats my carapace and sole.

I will keep you safe.

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I am the cradle -

what keeps you from the hard stone.

I am the carriage.

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You walk without me,

but together we ascend.

Could I be your wings?

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This Choka was for a Wayne Writer's Guild assignment - to write from the perspective of an inanimate object. As you can probably gather from the title, I chose to write about my climbing shoes. I was surprised to find poetry in shoes, especially since I prefer to walk barefoot. But, they are extremely important to me - they allow me to do what I love. Without those shoes, I would not be able to reach the physical and emotion heights that have become essential to my happiness.
My shoes have saved me from falling countless times that I can recall, and I'm sure countless more than I even realize. I can climb barefooted, but I don't achieve much. I'm constantly jamming my toes into crevices and slamming my heels onto surfaces that would be unmanageable without my shoes. the give me protection, stiffness, and friction that my bare feet cannot offer me. If I like top-roping (with the harness and belays), I would climb barefoot more often. But I like to boulder - no equipment and much more diverse surfaces. 



Joys of a Dilettante

I've made it my goal to know as much about as many things as I can. I boast a wide range of interest, with moderate knowledge and/or skill in each. I'm not really a know-it-all, I'm more of a know-a-little-about-a-lot. Admittedly, I often come off as a know-it-all, but that is hard to avoid I think. And, truth be told, there is something very satisfying about being pedantic every now and then.
That being said, I must tell you that I despise learning. To learn something I have to be taught, and that takes all the fun out of the knowledge. I much prefer to find it out when there's something I want to know. That's why I hated college so much - no education took place. All I had to do was repeat what a professor said so that I could receive a number to prove that I remembered what the professor said. This is one of the reasons why I'm now getting my degree online, rather than through a traditional college.
There's just so much information in this world - and in worlds parallel to ours. I don't know how anyone can go through life without finding at least one wonderful thing a day.

Education Haiku 

 

Opening one's mind;

learning what was always known.

Stories of the Earth.



Withdraw

I haven't been climbing in such a long time! It's not that I have been neglecting my favorite sport - I simply have not been able to climb.
The first climbing block was - with the gym I use being on a college campus - that it closed for three weeks between semesters. And then, after it opened again, I was whisked away to the State Fair for work. On the last day of the Fair, I came down with a cold and have been resting since. But tonight I am free and I am feeling better; I will be climbing no matter what.

Climbing Haiku   

 

Achieving new heights -

problem solving in motion;

don't ever look down.

Maxwell

Maxwell is the name of my mini van. I grew up in Maxwell; he is the vehicle I learned to drive, and he is reliable (for the most part). When my first car, Franklin, broke down Maxwell became mine since my dad had bought himself a truck. Apparently, I am not such a scary driver behind the wheel of a mini van. People have witnessed me perform surgeon-precise parking jobs with big, rusty Maxwell.
I drove Maxwell a lot this weekend, having to commute to the State Fair in Syracuse (from Palmyra) for four days. He was also crammed full of 4H projects yesterday for the final trip. I am really happy with Maxwell; he didn't complain once!
A lot of credit is given to family pets, but what about family cars? Sure, they may be old junkers by the time we get them, but they get us where we're going throughout our whole life.

Maxwell's Haiku 

 

Both long and short trips;

room for what we need to bring.

Coming and going.