March "went out" yesterday. But not like a lamb, no way, no how. More like a messy, boiling, catastrophic whirlwind of a windstorm. But... this is the new Teri! The new Teri does not complain! She dresses herself in the morning and meets the day's challenges (and disappointments) with smiles! crisp dresses! poetry!
Yes, poetry.
The new Teri replaces complaining with poetry. So---a Haiku about the wind:
"Roaring"
a Haiku by Teri
Dust assaulting all
Whipped into a storm of rage
I'm hiding indoors
There, now. Wasn't that nice? Seventeen pristine syllables instead of a diatribe on all things offensive to me.
Now, I have more Haiku to compose on the following topics:
Small, yippy dogs
Paperwork at doctors' offices
Certain family members
Intestinal viruses
All housecleaning
Politics
Grocery prices
2 comments:
That was a lovely haiku! Wow, you read books and write poetry...I want to be like you when I grow up! Can't wait to hear the rest of your haikus!
That's hilarious! Your blog is so fun to read! I don't feel so alone in this craziness!!!
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