One-Liner Wednesday

i’m always late because i’ve been waiting all my life  –  me

 

For One-Liner Wednesday

Haiku

my nature daydream

frolicsome white seabirds not

covered in black oil

 

For Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge

attitude derrière/arabesque penchèe/satipaṭṭhāna

jogging is my meditation; ballet is my profession.

daily, five miles, each five hundred steps a move i must perfect using satipaṭṭhāna.

today, attitude derrière and arabesque penchèe in my romantic ballerina long tutu.

 

For Three Line Tales Week 120.

cigarette break

 

“How many times have I told you, Fred?”

“I’m sorry, Myrtle.”

“No more puffin, birdbrain.”

 

For 3LineTales.

noise

in the dark of the past night, my wife woke me and said what’s that noise? but it was just the house creaking.

i turned on our white noise machine.

woke up in the morning and made a joyful noise unto the lord in the shower.

city noises drifted in through our open bedroom window.

uh oh. noisy baby this morning. hope she’s all right.

and my car made some strange noises on the way to work.

in his cubicle, sam was noising off. with his promotion, he’s a big noise now. his pronouncements are causing a lot of noise at headquarters.

my lab instruments had an unfavorable signal-to-noise ratio this morning; the data  was noisy.

thank goodness the holidays are coming. we’re heading for the country. Nature, apart from humans, roaring beasts, flocks of starlings, volcanos, storms, and other natural disasters, does not make a lot of noise.

 

For The Daily Post.

lone wolf

First, a poem:

Fable by Janos Pilinszky


Once upon a time
there was a lonely wolf
lonelier than the angels.

He happened to come to a village.
He fell in love with the first house he saw.

Already he loved its walls
the caresses of its brick layers.
But the window stopped him.

In the room sat people.
Apart from God nobody ever
found them so beauitful
as this child-like beast

So at night he went into the house.
He stopped in the middle of the room
and never moved from there anymore.

He stood all through the night, with wide eyes
and on into the morning when he was beaten to death.


Next, my response:

wolves live in packs

the pack is family

an older female may be driven out

or leave to find another pack

that has a mate for her

a male lone wolf is not a good thing

he cannot bring down the favored game

he must eat the small animals

or carrion

he needs family

if he chooses badly

if his mind is not right

and he chooses badly

if worst of all

he chooses man

and survives

he must learn the way of the

dog

 

For Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

exploration

explored id, ego, superego. id won.

 

For Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge