below twin mountains
thunder crackles and rumbles
pinkeyed summer cold
After that horrid “Vegetarian at Fall Feast Haiku” I wrote last March, I thought I should show you that I’ve been getting better at the ancient art of haiku crafting.
I was partly inspired by the cold torturing my head, nose, throat and lungs, which remains as gritty as ever. But a girl can’t let thunderous coughing (that might be giving her downstairs neighbors nightmares of tuberculosis) keep her down, right?
So I decided to close my eyes (it helps soothe the conjunctivitis) and think of some witty poetry. It was a terrible idea… I don’t know why I find the phrase “Infectious Haiku” so freaking hilarious. The moment I wrote the words, I started laughing and coughing uncontrollably. I bet you didn’t know poetry could be this perilous, huh?
I’m actually feeling a tab better, my Wicked Luvs. My eyes are troubling me less, and my throat no longer feels like it’s on fire. Nights are still rough for me. Thank goodness my Piano Man sleeps like the dead, if not I would be feeling horribly guilty right now—he is conducting The Wizard of Oz, and cannot really afford sleepless nights.
That’s all for now; what are you up to?
I thought a touch of
Gorey’s Gashlycrumb Tinies
would be quite fitting for this post. ;-)