Saturday, April 14, 2012

I almost forgot.

Sitting in on a long Thursday morning meeting last week I went a little haiku crazy.  I shoved the handwritten buggers into my purse for later perusal.  It was fun to re-read them and to note my progression from slightly bored/contemplative to playful to self-loathing to despondent/despairing to the last one, which might give a slight hint as to my profession.  Or maybe not.  Also, it's possible I have a crush on somebody in the meeting.

Enjoy.

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Your shyness pierces
My soul to its deepest core
I want you fiercely

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Pierced by your shyness
I wallow in deep desire
Your soul has stamped mine

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The haiku is new
I tiptoe nervously up
Soon I will dive in

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The soul is cheesy
So sick of conjuring it,
Happy to have one

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Hard cringing torture
Crush joy kill all happiness
Pride self-righteousness

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Deny it as moot
Dismiss for failure to plead
Refuse, not preserved

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