New clothes for my phone
New apartment for dwelling
Adventures await
I'm either really bad or really good with haiku. Since it's art, I'll never know.
B
Has anyone noticed that this blog has become a medium for communicating my complaints and concerns? Well, I never intended that, so it's time to refocus. After all, what is the point of regretting the past (which I cannot change) or being pessimistic about the future (which I cannot be certain of)? There is no point. Furthermore, I'm always going to want to be more things, but I should just look to what I have now, instead of obsessing over ideals which I have yet to achieve.
I've also come to the realization that the reason some aspects of life seem to hold no purpose is for just that reason - they have no purpose for us. Not every feature of life is meant to do something to us or for us. Perhaps significant occurrences are not meant to have an effect on us. Rather, it might be that we are supposed to have an effect on them. So the next time you wonder why life has lead you down a certain road, do not be so preoccupied with asking where the road is leading you, that you do not ask where you can lead the people you meet along the way.
Now for a haiku about cows and palm trees.
Cow: short fat mobile
Palm Tree: tall skinny rooted
Not like each other
The transition from introspective to silly poetry is not pretty.
B
Tonight it seems that I should write something, but I've got nothing. Actually, there's a lot going on, but everything is a work-in-progress, and I don't talk about anything unless it's a sure thing. Maybe it's time for another Haiku. Why not?
Little Telephone
Once you were new and shiny
Now with character
Yes, it may not be perfect, or even cool anymore, but I still love my friend, Telephone.
B
Maybe I should make this a poetry blog. Yeah, that's it!
Ok...poetry,eh? [Thinking, thinking] How about a Haiku on spackle?
Thin, sublime spackle
Gracefully obscures wall flaws
Not a tasty treat
This concludes my experiment with poetry.
B