Infectious Haiku

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. ;-)

25 comments:

  1. I has been being naughty again...I will be sending you a little something very special from Mother England soon....*don't drink it* :D XXX

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    1. You know you can't tell me not to drink something and then expect me not to even taste it. ;-D

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    2. Jess! Bad Child! Okay, then just smell......follow instructions Miss Petulance !

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  2. Very good!.. the last line naturally sums it up well!

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  3. Love your infectious haiku! Did you know there's a small town in upcountry Maui called Haiku? Apparently all its phone numbers start with 5-7-5. Don't know if that particular trivia is true or not, but next time I'm on the island I intend to visit Haiku and find out.

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    1. That would be fantastic! And you need to get a picture of their phone book, too. ;-D

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  4. "Haiku" sounds a little like a sneeze, so "Infectious" goes rather perfectly with it. :) Hope you feel better soon! NIghts really are the worst when you've got a bad cold. There's nothing to distract you from how revolting you feel, so it all becomes very melodramatic. My husband can sleep through anything too! Hope Piano Man doesn't catch your cold.

    Laughed out loud over Susan perishing of fits! Mr Gorey always provides the perfect sentiment for every occasion. ;)

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    1. I never realized that, but you are right! "Haiku" does sound like a sneeze, lol!

      I'm keeping fingers and toes crossed so that my Piano Man and the Little Princess don't catch this nonsense. It would not be pretty.

      And yes, Señor Gorey always has just the thing. ;-)

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  5. He (PM) is conducting what????????????? Oh my, swoon. The man certainly needs sleep. How fab is that???????????
    Your infectious haiku is fabulous.....
    Gave the three witches at my house a topic for discussion about boobs, breast milk, aunties, and baby heads......well you know regular stuff. You make me giggle.
    Be well soonest........Oma Linda

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    1. And the Little Princess is a munchkin in the production. They are having lots of fun together. And I'm so happy for it.

      I'm glad the haiku became a good topic of conversation. Where words are shared, love flows. ;-)

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  6. Infectious haiku!! That made my day! You are an inspiration and sending you wishes for a return to good health !!

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    1. Hooray! It made me cackle a few times, too. Thanks so much for the healing wishes. I need them!

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  7. I found the Infectious Haiku to be hysterical! Love Haikus, they are so simple yet pack great meaning in them. Keeping positive thoughts for good health your way. Nothing worse than a summer cold and then to add insult to injury that darn pinkeye!

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    1. Haikus are a great treat, indeed. I love that I can lie on my back (coughing) and spend some time thinking about words, counting sounds and then giggling at the results. It has to be healing, doesn't it?

      "Insult" might be the best name for this pinkeye business. I hadn't had pinkeye since I was a kid, what nonsense is this? I bet there is a bad fairy giggling somewhere.

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  8. Infectious Haiku - Poetry without a Cure.

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  9. "Thank goodness my Piano Man sleeps like the dead"

    Ha!

    I'm glad you're feeling better. Great choice of Gorey extract - fitting indeed :)

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    1. Small (huge) miracles, right? :-)

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  10. My friend, I am sending you healing prayers! I am so sorry you aren't doing well! Not good! But, I am happy you are feeling a tad better ;o)
    Congrats to your Piano Man conducting the Wizard Of Oz ;o) Great stuff ;o)
    Infectious haiku made me laugh ;o)
    Big Hugs ;o)

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    1. Thanks a bunch, sweet Stacy!

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  11. I'm glad you're feeling better, even though this post is several days old. Jeez, one doesn't log on for a week and suddenly one is 4 posts behind here :)

    Love this haiku btw. And I don't like haiku's.

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    1. I was feeling better for about a day, and then took a turn for the worse. I'm feeling better again. I'm hoping it sticks!

      I had fun writing the haiku. It make me giggle. ;-D

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  12. i really loved this little haiku. the commentary, even more so. every time i visit your blog i'm delighted and think to myself 'hmm, i've found a fellow heathen,' hah. and that cold...i believe has made its way to me. grrr.

    stacy lynn mar
    http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/

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    1. Hot damn, not that mean cold! I hope you are staying hydrated and getting enough rest. That mean coughing and bone-tiring wariness kept me in bed for a week. Not fun!

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