If you are new to my blog, I sometimes devote Sundays to some images I have shot from the week and few token Haiku. This week’s Haiku Sunday is devoted to my newest blogging friends “This Little Light“ and “She Kept a Parrot“ These remarkable women do some fine work.
Steam from her tires
leaves little opportunity
to lie about her past
Her path seemed so clear
just last week she got the call
that her time would warm
Alone on the sand
he stared blankly at the sea
evacuating
They wondered aloud
how the rider got up there
and never cried help
He saw his way out
of the cold and he knew the
evidence would melt
with each painful sip
she was reminded of him
and why she hates TV
About Michael Housewright
He peed on the beach
The turtles were not amused
“Go home now!” they say
John, dig your Haiku, just need a photo and I will post it
Love love the photos, especially the wine and the one with the icicles. Nicely done, you guys really got a lot of snow! Also, good idea for Sunday reflection..
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Thank you so much for your comment! I hope you will continue to share your thoughts with me as it truly keeps me inspired.
Lovely images and words for Sundays – thanks!
Well thank you
Thank you, dear Michael. You really shouldn’t have. You are too kind.
Okay, okay… I confess. I love it. You scoundrel. You know how to win over an old lady’s heart, don’t you?
Seriously, if I were your age, I’d be too intimidated by your work to think of commenting to you or on it. What you do so effortlessly is called “a body of work”. And that’s something where I come from. I keep “saving” it for later, for a time when I have time to savor it. I think I should stop saving it. I’m too old to start saving things. Tomorrow, I vow to READ and to LOOK and to discover Michael for myself.
I will tell you whether I like him when I find him.
Bless you.
George,
You are entirely welcome. This has been an enormous 8 days of discovery for me and perhaps the most profound shift in my energy as an artist in some time. Your encouragement is precisely what I needed this week and while I may appear outwardly less of a mollusk-skinned person I once waited 10+ years to write another poem after a Lit MA told me my work was trite and esoteric. My guess is he is still schlepping for some capitalist and telling himself “someday I will follow my heart in the meantime I will continue to make my way in the world as a dilettante”
Those days are over dear George..for me
Ouch! Watch out for Trite. He bites.
A tidbit of unsolicited advice: Never consider criticism from another person until you have read what he wrote.
Ditto, George . . . Humongous, utterly flattered ditto. And really? Trite and esoteric? Was he also wearing the matching cologne? “Eau de Idiotically Pretentious” ? Your work, Michael is eons from either of those carelessly — and incorrectly — spewed adjectives.
Okay, now on to write my own comment and stop encroaching on yours.
Yeah, I was an idiot and battle with idiocy frequently. Now, I do my best just to do what I have done since I was a child: write unconsciously
Dearest, second cousin twice removed on my father’s side. (I hope you don’t mind that I took the liberty of making us family.)
I had no idea upon crawling into bed to — finally! — read your post from today, that you were about to make this girl very honestly sit up and shout “Oh, my gosh!” My Michael stopped what he was doing, worried, and said, “What?!” to which I replied, “Michael, he . . . he mentioned me.”
But it goes beyond mentioning, if I’m being honest. Michael, you must know by now that I value you, not only as a beacon of unabashed candor, but as someone who pursues excellence with integrity, humility, and most importantly, the ability not to take himself too seriously. Okay, I fear my trying to thank you has become mere rigamarole . . . I apologize. I’ll end this portion by saying, with my heart-doors unlatched and mollusk-skin exposed, thank you.
The haiku and the correlating photos are stunning. A gift such as yours needs to be shared with the world, which I follow by saying that I am so very excited that soon it will be! I’m certain many have pleaded this next request with fervor and death-threats, but among them I would like to be one of the first to pre-order a copy — signed, of course — of Michael Housewright’s first book. Yes?
By the way . . . I think the word that sadly mistaken man was searching for was “unapprehensible.” Rather than admit that perhaps your language went beyond his understanding, he opted for arrogance. It was his loss then, and still is now, I would imagine.
You are going places, Michael, not all of them destinations.
Blessings to you, and my support and exuberance if you’ll have it.
Cara
Cara,
It has taken me days to reply to your comment. I now feel such enormous expectation for my first simple little photo book and at the same time the encouragement is wanted and needed.
This chapter of my life has come at great sacrifice of things so many would have loved to have done and been part of doing.
I have chosen something out of love and a driving passion to NOT do what I dislike or what diminishes me. Like your faith in God and your acceptance of Christ as the savior of mankind. I too have faith that we are all gifted with the capacity to dream and be the product of those dreams. Thoreau left it all to be in contact with the planet and I too have at times appeared to have left it all.
In truth, I am not so brave as I am stubborn, and I am not so confident as I am prideful. The side of me that creates is involuntary, it is a seer as George describes. I choose only to channel something I do unconsciously into something I can at least for a few moments a day rope into words, photos, songs, or stories. It is living that I adore and at the same time I am shackled by the the need to share. My absolutely innate need to share my stories, thoughts, pictures, and self is something I have so many times wished did not exist, because it distracts me from living. Then what am I without a story?
It is so lonely sometimes and yet the moments when it is on and when it is recognized and the actor/audience relationship is true synergy that I am high and I am soaring. Sometimes it is an audience of one and on the rarest of occasions I can be both.
You, Cara, have helped me to see that I am just beginning a session in studio and that there is much to engineer before the album is released.
Cheers to you and to all of my blissful adventurers