Haiku Collection #13
Consumption versus Creation
I have been thinking a lot about consumption and creation the past few weeks, how (so) much is available to consume these days with access to the internet at my fingertips on a smartphone. The algorithm seems to be getting even smarter and sneakier. Confession, I bought a bolo tie today. The algo got me real good.
I supported a small business, so I feel fine-ish about it. However, I have been asking myself the harmony in my experience, my life experience. What is my ratio to consuming content versus that of creating … anything.
My phone died two nights ago putting my children to sleep and I closed my eyes and in my mind, I walked through my grandparents’ old home. I tried to remember the sound of the glass door and the smell when you walked in. How there was dark wood floors and did I take my shoes off every time? I remembered the pictures framed on the wall in the entry way and then the kitchen area into a larger living room they had added on. In that space was a deer head with antlers, a bass fish stained glass, an actual mounted bass fish and a turkey feather display on the wall behind me. I so remember the green plaid couch and out a window were so many hummingbird feeders and a squirrels feeder (I mean, was it a squirrels feeder, it had corn cobs on it) in the shape of the Indiana University logo. So many details rushed in and I was re-creating memories in my mind because I was not scrolling through someone else’s memories.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good scroll and I send memes to friends about books on the daily. But do get me wrong because am I doing that more than remembering my own memories? Am I doing that more than creating space for imagination and new story lines I want to write one day?
Felt like a good moment to get out pen and paper and share my love of haiku with you, enjoy.
Night Owl
In the darkest hours
All are finally asleep
I am within books.
Frigg, the Original Influencer
The clouds she doth weave
Along with our fates and hopes.
She is All-Mother.
Parentally Speaking
I now love Monday.
I bask in my home office
while writing haiku.
Snail Mail
Ink bleeds on paper
Stories, smudges and scratch outs
Stamp it, send it, wait.
In My Grandma’s Kitchen
Grandpa says hello
Not once surprised to see me
I belonged with her.
Intimacy
He falls asleep first
Snoring dreams on my shoulder
I relish how close.
Time Will Tell, Tell Will Time
New year approaching
I do so love a fresh start
Why do I wait though?
