Haiku and getting "it" done...

Another grey and cold day here in Somewheresville, but I am getting it done. The "it" is my homework. I've set the day aside to make up for lost time. I have written 4 1/2 pages of one essay on gender, sex, and power in "The Color Purple" and "Thousand Cranes" and after I post this entry I'll dig in to some of the reading I need to do for other work. If I can be diligent about this and work until 4:30, I'll be happy. I'd like to start my philosophy paper as well. Maybe I'll try a page or two of that before the day is done.


Sexsexsexsexsex...

That got your attention! There's a lot of it about; in the media, on-line, rentable, buyable, in my head, in your head, etc...Let's face it, most of us love it, either alone or with someone else. From an early age I was incredibly sexual. I liked to ride bikes, sure, but Playing Doctor was much more fun. Plus the added incentive that it might be "naughty" was especially alluring. I guess this is attractive to the alcoholic side of me that always felt as if it needed to live on the edge. There has to be something about living that pushes the envelope, or at least that's what I thought. I don't want to push the envelope anymore, or anyone's buttons, for that matter. Just give me the ability to put words on paper that convey the clear meaning of the jumbled up thoughts running around my head. That most of those thoughts have no pants, and are waving their hands gleefully as they run around, is another story.


Well, enough of that. Here are the haiku...



#4.
Rhododendrons
sleeping through this winter night
will awaken in the spring.

#5.
Ubiquitous crows
call from the tops of the trees
black sounds on grey days.

#6.
Wasting no daylight
farmers shift the winter hay
from fields and pastures.


Johnnyboy