Having peaked at Monday night's reception with the wine, I am neither hammered nor hungover at the moment. However, I did get a text late last night from a guy I had one date with this winter. Clearly, he was texting with intent to Wiener. Really?
After I kind of liked you, and you didn't even kiss me or ask me out again? Bitch, please! Speaking of memory: I have a loooong one!
But, I digress.
I was so impressed with the wit and poignancy of your entries! Not to mention the fecundity that some of you showed!
Carl: I have come to expect your haiku cocktails full of wit with a splash of wry. (I didn't make that up: I read it somewhere!) This week was no exception. Nice use of "presbyopia."
As the time goes by
Presbyopia and memory loss
Troll, if they made a sitcom out of CLAN OF THE CAVE BEAR, you would be the forest-dwelling next-door-neighbor, dispensing primordial advice. Your entry was assured and impeccable:
Sleeping dog shudders.
Relax. That dream-beast you fear?
Long ago extinct.
The next haiku reflected a common theme among the entries: the power of memory (and its void) to help us keep moving through life. I loved the phrase "big swaths gone." What made this a winner for me was the elegant bewilderment of the final phrase "that left scars, somewhere.
This week's winner is the CSAR.
Childhood: Big swaths gone.
Void protects from sights and sounds
That left scars, somewhere.
Csar, you will recieve a custom-made CD from my private collection of music, sure to stir up memories.
Honorable mention to Fishy for beautifully covering the most themes and to Kym for her haiku featuring CATS' Gryselda.
Thanks for playing! It was an honor to host.