Wow, I do just the opposite on the first two, Amanda. The tickticktick of the seconds can drive me crazy unless I'm focused on something timeless. I used to ponder hidden motives until I realized I was creeping toward paranoia.
As to real life escaping us, isn't that what we writers try to get to the bottom of, if not capture a bit of? We're all in the bucket, as Jerry Garcia assured us, so we might as well enjoy the ride. *
Wow, I do just the opposite on the first two, Amanda. The tickticktick of the seconds can drive me crazy unless I'm focused on something timeless. I used to ponder hidden motives until I realized I was creeping toward paranoia.
As to real life escaping us, isn't that what we writers try to get to the bottom of, if not capture a bit of? We're all in the bucket, as Jerry Garcia assured us, so we might as well enjoy the ride. *
It's been awhile since I've read a good haiku. I like the fluidity of this.
Didn't mean to ignore the art of your haiku. Got too caught up in the message. Sally's right, it flows nicely.
Good haiku and a timely reminder.
A wry crisp.
Thank you everyone!