Dandelyon's Worlds

N is for right now
Which is really all we have
To live our lives in

(Past is just memory and
We may not reach the future)

Coyote chasing ~
Rabbit scoots into the brambles, smiling ~
Coyote laughs, though his belly is empty ~
He can buy fast food!

Coyote, he rocks! ~
He makes all the mistakes first ~
So I don't have to!

Wind flows gently ~
The sky starts to pale ~
Slowly, slowly, color starts to return ~
Then suddenly, dawn wakes a double rainbow.

In regular life, I got to share adventures in fourth grade spelling and seventh grade literature, none of which make for good anecdotes, though one of my nephews did call me evil.  He didn't think I should turn his mis-spellings into bad puns.

I've been reading about branding, and marketing, and growing your audience, and right now twitter seems to be "where it's at", so I thought I should try it. I haven't been there long, so I don't have any idea if this will work to promote my longer writings yet, but I'm having fun. One of the things I read is that you need to establish a presence, a voice there, that people don't follow someone if all their tweets are self-promotion. You need to establish your credentials, provide links to useful things, or tweet about your life in some interesting way. I think it boils down to that people want to follow people that they like, in one way or another. Twitter is designed to be personal, intimate-feeling.

The other challenge, as anyone who has been reading me on LJ knows, I like words. I like discussing something thoroughly, looking at it from different angles. 140 characters? Not even 140 words--just 140 characters, including the spaces? So, trying to communicate with people in only tiny, short bursts is a challenge for me. There's only one form I've written in that is that short (unless you count titles as a "form").

So I guess it was inevitable that http://twitter.com/Wyld_Dandelyon seems to be developing into My Life In Haiku

I should collect my favorites somehwere more permanent. Here's a couple:

Writer's Quandry // If our arms were wings / How would we carry our things? / Oh—opposing toes!

Just Now // A skunk in my yard / pouffy pretty tail held high / can't move the hose now!

rude highway drivers / delay Foodie Friend's dinner / but OH it's tasty

(So I'm sitting there at dinner, and the idea hits, and my brain switches to Creative Process Mode, and automatically I grab my phone. Social Mode is on hold--I'm only peripherally aware that Foodie Friend is looking perplexed, then unhappy, because I am fiddling with my phone and neglecting the food he labored over while it starts to get cold. Once I come out of the creative trance and explain what I was doing, however, it is all good. I wasn't slighting the food, I was writing poetry to it!)

Finally, since there are so many writers here:

words are incomplete / if like zen trees in the woods / their fall is unheard

I'm tired and busy and even though I have catching up to do, and need to make note of what I've been painting and writing and submitting and so forth, it's getting late, so I'll just share my 3 entries to the McCain Palin Haiku contest, plus a fourth (the limit is 3). They tell me winners will be announced on October 27th. If you want to submit a Haiku or 3 to this contest, with the chance to get published in The Nation! here is the link to the submission form (http://site.PFAW.org/haiku)

Fear of Witches
Can be fun on Halloween
But not in office!

McCain and Palin
Like Supreme Court Justices
Who cut short our Rights )-:

To buy insurance
Five Thousand’s not half enough
That’s Mc’Ailin Pain

Governor Palin
Really Loves Alaskan Wolves--
Shoot them from above

Want to share your political haiku? Be welcome to share them here, whatever your opinions. However, I reserve the right to delete any that seem to me to be beyond the pale. Not that I expect to receive any comments that deserve deleting, mind you; this is my online living room, I'm inviting people to come in and be friendly. Be clever--make me think, or laugh, or both.

ysabetwordsmith 's Poetry Fishbowl topic inspired this:

Nuclear power
Provides all our heat and light
Gently from the Sun

My new gloves are working quite well!  I’m especially pleased with them now that I’ve got the decorations firmly sewn onto both, and the dangling threads trimmed. 

The weather forecasters promised low 40s for today, so I brought my guitar to work with high hopes.  Lunchtime came and I looked eagerly at my screen, then I went outside even though the computer said it’s actually only 37.  The park is buried in snow that has melted and re-frozen a bunch of times (read “ice with a sheen of water on top”), so I walked past my bank to a plaza that has nice concrete benches that are actually clear of the wet white stuff.

I strongly regretted that I had not brought anything place over the concrete, but I was able to play several songs.  My fingers remained comfortable, but my behind is a different story!  And, of course, I’ll have to completely retune the guitar once it warms up again.

Last time I saw TV news, they had promised tomorrow would be nearly 50 out; I’m betting they were wrong.  Sigh. 

A new haiku for my “blurb”:

Outdoor music calls  /  But ice shares Winter’s cold  /  My guitar sounds sad.