Friday, April 27, 2007

Clouded Haikus

In honor of Poetry Friday and Mona, I will throw this out. (Throw this up?)

The word is "Cloud". Lovely, innocent, lazy, summer entertainment, soft and fluffy clouds:

"Clouded Consciousness".
"Clouded Corneas". "Cloudy
Urine". Never good.

It is a fate of
mine, going through life seeing
the ill in the fair.

It is a fate of
yours, you who choose to read, to
glimpse my twisted takes.

As I butcher such
a simple and lovely form
that is the haiku.

And, for those who love pictures and haven't been reading long, here are some more dark, evil clouds from last summer.



Blogger Jocelyn said...

Cloudy urine. Cloudy corneas. Why do I like these images so?

They make me think of my grandma, I guess.

This is much better done than you give yourself credit for.

10:29 AM  
Blogger CarpeDM said...

You're always knocking the haikus. I think they are awesome. Haikus are impossible for me to write.

11:42 AM  
Blogger listmaker said...

I snorted over the first one and scared the cats. I love your haikus.

1:59 PM  
Anonymous Kate W. said...

Brilliant I tell you, just brilliant...

2:26 PM  
Blogger Voyager said...

"Cloudy Urine"!!!
Classic. Keep up the haikus.

4:31 PM  
Blogger Teri said...

Cloudy urine... one simply can't tell what you do for a living by reading your blog, or anything...

10:20 PM  
Blogger Dumdad said...

Puzzled Haiku

A picture tells a
thousand words. So what do our
profiles really mean?

I accidentally stumbled on your blog and did a double-take when I saw your profile picture.
All I can say is great minds think alike!
And it got me reading your blog and very entertaining it is too.

Alas, poor Beaker.

5:15 AM  
Blogger Diana said...

Jocelyn- Yes, my days are full of cloudy grandmas. Much better than cranky ones.

Dana- See, this is why you are my friend. You tell me things are not horrible when they clearly are. But don't feel bad, they are intentionally dreadful. Perhaps if I spent more than the 17 seconds I spend on them, they would be better. I think of myself as the Ed Wood of the Haiku.

Listie- Good. Snorting was what I was aming for. Or Belching. Poor cats.

Kate- See what some good post-partum hormones will do to your appreciation of the bad things?

Voyager- 40 million Japanese are writhing in their graves.

Teri- I'd considered using "Cloudy cerebral spinal fluid", but it was too much effort.

Dumdad- Bon Jour! (and that's the limit of my French, aside from 'merde' and various foodstuffs). So very pleased to meet you. I think our profile pictures mean that we're reticent to show the world our faces but feel the need to follow the croud and put something, anything, up. My shadow in that shot is towering, Godzilla-like over last year's garden, in the sweet, sweet days before the bugs took revenge on me for some past deed. This year, I might post one holding a flame thrower or a tank of bug death fluid.

8:34 AM  
Blogger moegirl said...

Lovely haiku...I've never heard "cloudy urine" sound so lyrical.

11:06 PM  
Blogger Mother of Invention said...

Hey, this is neat! I went back to your cloud pics and that was the first post I ever read of yours!
I actually thought of putting cloudy urine in a poem and clouded vision too ...must be ingrained in my thinking from when we used to test our urine for sugar, and from the cateracts I've had!
LOved how your haikus, no cirrusly! (Oh, brother, how lame!)

5:11 PM  
Blogger Diana said...

Stace- Admit it. You read it with a fake Irish accent in your head, didn't you?

Ruth- Great minds think alike. (Those are some vicious puns! I applaud.)

1:36 PM  
Blogger Lioness said...

I love you. Only you could make urine sing, woman! ALLELLUIAH!!

Am also in favour of all things cloudy - make for good .ppt presentations.

4:28 PM  
Blogger Diana said...

Johnny- Ah, and what song does it sing, dahling? "Stormy Weather?" "Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head"?

9:39 AM  
Blogger brooksba said...

Cloudy urine? Oh, that's not a good sign. I love your haikus. They always make me smile.

4:27 AM  

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