Motivation is peculiar, isn’t it. Where does it come from? Where does it disappear to?
Sometimes it feels like a chemical reaction, something that just happens under the right conditions.
When I was younger, I entertained the idea of becoming a writer. I dabbled at poetry, made attempts at short stories, completed a few personal essays, and imagined someday writing a novel, but I struggled with maintaining the habit of writing consistently, and eventually I stopped trying altogether.
Recently, however, with the development of Threads and the efforts of @dbooster, I’ve been inspired to write a haiku a day. Here are my first fourteen.
14 Haiku
(1)
A man in a park
watches his daughters play in the snow,
a soccer ball in hand.
(2)
Outside, cats in heat
are wailing into the night.
My bed is empty too.
(3)
Always in this month
the sky looms heavy and grey,
and the sea is rough.
(4)
She pours the coffee.
He takes a slow sip and sighs.
The long road ahead.
(5)
naked in a boat
in madison, wisconsin
more on that later
(6)
Remember when I
would cook eggs in the morning
while you read in bed
(7)
The books on my shelves
have started taking selfies.
What will they do next?
(8)
Only after you leave
the urge to write behind
can you begin.
(9)
The geese flying north
shine silver in the moonlight.
All things return home.
(10)
My pencil stood up
and left me alone
a blank page in hand.
(11)
Oncoming headlights.
I think of the people I’ve known
passing one by one.
(12)
Cook for me, she said.
Buy presents for me, she said.
Wait for me, she said.
(13)
Melting snow reveals
two boats on a riverbank.
Will they float again?
