Calgon, briefly restore my energy a little!

I've been really tired lately. I can think of several possible reasons. (Seasonal change migraines the medication for the migraines trouble sleeping hormone changes playing a rock show on a week night stress at work Lyme disease probably not but my therapist suggested it might be possible Mercury in retrograde just kidding.)

Tonight I came home from dinner with friends and did not feel like I could do anything but lie down with my eyes closed and the radio on. But I also felt kind of dirty. So I thought I could lie down with my eyes closed in hot water and at least accomplish something before bedtime.

And surprisingly, the bath refreshed me somewhat. Not enough to go back out on the town or anything, but I'm here, ain't I? This confirms for me how much of my recent exhaustion is stress related. Forcing my body to calm down perked me up rather than putting me to sleep. (Also my local radio station just started playing really cute indie pop.)

Poem for still being tired, though

I just learned a thing.
Do I really have to write
A poem now, too?

Even action figures gotta take time for self care.

Now the DJs are talking about the Supreme Court and gay marriage. Zzzzzzzzzzz..........

#allthefilters #allthetime

Yesterday I downloaded a certain popular photography app so I could show off sexy knitting pics to my friends. So I'm gonna get really cross-platform on you all and haiku about my knitting Instagram post.

Ready?

Haiku for "Valencia"

I want a filter,
An "awesome button" for life.
Oh wait, that's called "art."

This heart is half full.

Stay tuned for my tweet about the Facebook post for this blog entry.

Rock/Stars

Last night I slept on the day bed (in case my mattress is what makes my shoulders hurt all the time), which is near a large window with a view of the town I live in, and the mountain that stands above it, and the sky above that. And in those long, lonely minutes before falling asleep, I had the following thought.

Haiku for February 3, 2014

Someday I will stop
Thinking about my damn self
And dream about stars.

O My Sharp, Trifoliate Heart

Sure, I could have arranged the following lines into a more traditional haiku, but this is the way the phrase sprung, fully formed, into my head yesterday as I walked past this tree, on my block, under foggy, gray skies. Only later did I realize it was 17 syllables long.

I never claimed to be a purist.

Haiku for October 7, 2013

F*cking neon pink-
orange maple tree, you are
what my soul looks like!

Fig. 1

Fig. 2

Nature an' shit

This might be the most "haiku" haiku on this blog yet. It comes from trying to explain, yesterday, what's so calming about a mountain creek.

Haiku for June 12, 2013

Running water, fire
Night traffic from the high rise
White noise, steady flow

Blissed out by a waterfall (photo by bzzzzgrrrl)