That time I was in a Haiku Club

Once upon a time, I was in a club which required its members to send a haiku by text message (SMS), one day per week. Each member had an assigned day (I think mine was Monday, then Wednesday).

It was a great way to spark a little creativity into daily life. I learned a lot about my friends and how they saw the world. I wish I had saved more of them.

Here are just the few of mine that I still have, because I blogged about them on my old site.

12/14/2009
purchasing firewood
promises nice winter nights
i’m totally stoked
-Nic

12/21/2009
‘to my father’
We become our craft?
Doctor can’t understand what
The mechanic can
-nicole

28 December 2009
Little black dresses
And all the right subscriptions
Thought I was ready

7-7-10:
Raw temptation of
sprinklers never fades with age…
Wet grass loves bare feet

7-1-10:
Red-winged blackbird dreams,
Bicycles, reeds in ditches,
was this history?

6-16-10:
Blame music, you could
never live up to sacred
memories of you

June 3, 2010:
‘Late submission’
Priorities change.
Scarlett in the cotton field,
painted backdrop skies.

4-26-10:
Will said there’s a tide,
Take this current. I meant to.
Don’t know what went wrong.

April 19, 2010:
‘Social studies’
At 9, I colored
my state bird blue. The kids laughed.
I still think I’m right.