I am a lab rat, an ‘esc’ key click away from madness,
trapped inside a three–walled cubicle…three? Cubed?
forced to stare at an LED screen…read, respond, delete, repeat,
while typing onto a carpal tunnel-mitigating, wrist-supported keyboard
for hours and hours and hours and overtime, darkness to darkness,
the edge of lunacy teetering on a swiveling, ergonomic chair on wheels.
~kat
Another Cherita…As I may have mentioned…work this week is a BEAR! 🙂
there are times when
only a good hot cup
of chocolate will do
velvety, dark, steamy…
it’s like liquid healing
warming me from the
inside out
~kat
Magnetic Poetry Online. A bit silly today. Work has been a bear!
Oh my dear… my little Haiku for Ronovan’s Challenge caused quite a fluster…and I did not mean for it to. The prompt words shy and blush and their interesting synonyms definitely took me on a tangent. But you must understand, that for a woman my age, flushing and blushing have more to do with menopausal dips and dives than anything sultry! My mind sooooo did not go where some of yours did! 😳
At any rate, a do-over is in order…g-rated and straight to the point. I also flush crimson when I am steaming mad…which is what I meant to say and should have. 🤪
It’s not modesty
flushing my face crimson red…
I blush when I’m mad!
Of course you could take madness down any number of paths…fuming perhaps? Burned? Irate? Full of rage…some might say passion as I did…but that is easily misconstrued. Pissed! Now that’s a fine word. But I did say this Haiku is rated G. Still…substitute it for mad if you like…at least pissed can’t be confused with being bat-shit crazy! Okay now…don’t you dare go there! 😜
I hope you don’t mind me having a bit of fun with today’s silly Haiku. You all gave me a good laugh when I read the comments. It’s all in good fun that I am carrying on the conversation! 😉
kat
wintering in rouge chiffon
a Stink Bug, Halyomorpha Halys,
Brown Marmorated, unwelcome interloper
no amount of silken adornment
can disguise who and what you are…
a repugnant, reeking vermin disturbing my peace…lily
~kat~
beneath the cloud-shrouded moon
she’s wearing diamonds tonight
in stillness but for droplets drizzling
every bough alive, bedazzled
in fluorescent-kissed ambiance
winter tree aching for the sun
~kat~
like mercury colliding... 