I.
the milkweed pod splits,
wind carries seeds on wings of
silk. i envy each.
II.
each snowflake demands
a storm of its own; each front
brings new misery.
III.
the new dean is like
the last puppy in the pound
to be adopted.
IV.
beneath my summer
skin -- paper pale, pedantic --
my everydayness
estivates, patient,
confident of dominance
ten months every year.
Very nice. I am usually not a fan of the haiku stuff, but there are some particularly good images in this one. We could probably make several stanzas about that dean alone...
ReplyDeleteA king, our dean deigns
To rise up, sitting regal
Surveys his kingdom
A hollow chamber
Emperor of loneliness
Barks echo off tiles
Thanks, AS. I'm a terrible poet (hence the truth in advertising with the header), but I find that trying to squeeze my misery into small verse like haiku has a surprisingly cathartic effect--more so, in fact, than screaming into the ether accompanied by vodka, my modus operandi pre-CM.
ReplyDeleteI love how you've continued the dean stanza! The empty, echoing barking is nice. The dean I had in mind isn't really a barker, but that's the beauty of verse; you can make it your own.
The one about the Dean nearly made me piss my pants!
ReplyDeleteUgh! I now realize that I screwed up III. It should read as follows:
ReplyDeleteIII.
the new dean is like
the puppy in the pound last
to be adopted.
What was I thinking?
Greta - FWIW, I happen to like the original better, but that's just me. Here's more:
ReplyDeleteA grumble, a whine
The new dean settles back down
And peers through the bars
Ears perked up, floppy
Ignored even by adjuncts
Chin, paws, eyes the clock