Increasing, aka make one

I’m increasing! That’s what people used to call it, and it seems fitting. Gestating, breeding, gravid, a nine month work in progress. Though I can’t describe it as carrying concealed, not anymore. Not when I can barely see my own feet.

Actually, of all the various terms, gravid seems the most fitting as I seem to be operating within my own personal field of extreme inertia and high specific gravity, resulting in a much closer relationship with couch, and the only things being made here with any regularity lately seem to be meals and messes. And little things like eyebrows and toenails.

So yes, apologies for the lack of activity around here, I had an all consuming case of morning sickness (and whoever named it that had clearly never experienced it, otherwise they would have called it something like ‘unremitting nausea coupled with a misleading sensation that eating everything that run away will somehow lessen the queasiness’. Not that I’m complaining, I’ve had too many friends who had the ‘constant vomiting’ version.)

And no, I’m not planning to post any instructions on how to make this particular stitch, and definitely no photo tutorials, but there might be a pic or two of the wip later on.

Poetic Thursday

carrying concealed
tiny heartbeat grows within
form begins to swell

dark liquid world
where wonder takes root
mysteriously flourishes

what do they dream
within that pulsing red cocoon?
sightless, drifting..

unconscious yet determined
vulnerable yet contained
predetermined yet incomplete

Poetic Thursday

the sun’s dying rays
gleam from the headstones like blood
or heaven’s gates

Poetic Thursday

While I play around with the boundaries of haiku, figuring out what is and what isn’t, I’m going to call the ones that don’t quite fit the rules ‘laiku’, because they are.. well.. like haiku.. To my shame, I can never resist a bad pun.

crickets pulsing
moonlight makes cutouts of the trees
summer night walk

And because this week I seem to be particularly indecisive, or maybe I just had an extra image I wanted to squeeze in, I tried rewriting this as a tanka. Well maybe in tanka format, if not quite in spirit!

summer night walk
dim air still bears the day’s heat
crickets pulse
moonlight makes cutouts of the trees
shadow forest underfoot

Poetic Thursday

Folding the washing:
sorted, scented, neat piles, and
the leftover sock..

Poetic Thursday

Waking from dark dreams;
your arm around my ribs
like a seatbelt.

 

Happy Valentine’s day

Poetic Thursday

Have you ever noticed how addictive haiku is? Way more dangerous than swine flu, beware the word flu.

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Yellow and black striped

Postman flits from box to box -

Human bumblebee!