haiku

sun sets moon rises

hunters return; fires are lit

thoughts turn to the gods

 

 

For Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille

misunderstanding

It’s not so much a misunderstanding as a case of your pig-headedness getting in the way of reason.

 

For One-Liner Wednesday

impromptu

Jeez, I have performance anxiety – but this will be good for me.

Putting on Chopin’s Impromptu #1, Op. 29,  the Rubenstein recording, available on YouTube.

Warming up: the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy red dog…. whatever…

Clearing my mind so this exercise will be done without being planned, organized, or rehearsed.

And… go!… wait. Five lines or less? This is it?… Rats.

 

For Patricia’s Place

fact

We live in a post-fact world.

I don’t pay any attention to facts anymore, and I’m a teacher.

I give the kids what they want – a smooth ride. Entertainment. Nobody cares about the teaching part.

Once in a while, a student will “fact check” me, but a word or two to them about their grade for the semester shuts them up.

I just say what I want to say. Whatever comes into my head, fact or fiction. Who cares? Folks just want to believe.

I may sweat a little in the doctor’s office, waiting for the verdict. You need your good health.

In the same way, I pay attention to my tax guy and my car mechanic. I’m not stupid.

The kids don’t have to worry about any of that, though. With them, I’m fact-free.

 

For The Daily Post