I was in a work flow, I guess, and at 7:45 p.m. when I saw the rain stopped I yelled to the boys, "One of you need to take Glamis for a walk. She's been whining at my feet for the last 30-minutes."
Edem stepped up, and then I learned I was summoned to meet a haiku challenge to capture Covid-19 home-stay in 17 syllables. Glamis came instantly to mind.
2nd floor scribbling
behind paned-glass & downpours,
my dog wants outside.
I was unable to stick to just one. I used to assign my students epic haikus, which were 21 haikus on one subject. Anyone who knows me realizes I can't be brief. As Edem left with the dog I penned the next one.
We are all gum-balls
trapped in personal snow-globes
awaiting quarters.
I want someone to insert 25 cents into Mt. Pleasant so I can go downstairs to find myself in a different world.
Yesterday, I reviewed a 410-page manuscript and wrote editors my annotations, suggestions, and thoughts. Phew! Checked that off the list. I also conferenced one-on-one with most of my graduate students.
Existentially
laboring on a keyboard
in hope I matter
Csikzentmihalyi
flowing, theoretical
blueprints for the soul
But then I heard the refrigerator calling so ventured to hunt and gather dinner before bed:
Easter leftovers
green-bean casseroled with love
next to a ham-slice
garlic potatoes
washed down with bourbon rooted
in slick memories
Quarantined Crandall
could write poetry all day
but needs to pay bills.
A Jerry Spring world
fused with epidemic trash
leading a nation
always a tale told
by idiotic morons
like me, B. R. C.
covering his mouth
to avoid the foolishness
of everyone else.
This too, ugh, shall pass...
a kidney stone for masses
needing toilet paper.
We need each other
like Pee Wee Herman's Playhouse ---
Saturday cartoons
Oh, Wall Street wishes
they could profit from such poems.
Wisdom, though, is free.
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