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Many of you have heard me whine, but I still found myself caught in the whirlwind of composing haiku (senryu) about my upcoming voyage. If I can't make my inner worry voice shut up, it may as well create something useful. That's the Tourmaline Way of approaching all problems she can't solve and some problems she can --- write about it! That way, I reason, before you had only a problem. Now you have, no matter what happens, a problem and a story!
Montreal dawn
Scary. Unknown. Fear.
And did I part ill?
No place to turn from
The path I chose last winter
And long ago:
It seems all factors
Led me to this, and yet I
Am in tunnel, scared
For I have no faith
That what shall come at the end
Of this, is happy.
Actually, I do
Have faith in the gods, but not
In people I face.
Problem. Big problem
That not accounting for the
Human factor doth
Make me worry, fret
And otherwise make my nights
Short, weary, restless.
No help anyone
Is my constant pacing, and
Repeating over.
Security is
Perhaps my greatest desire
Am I neurotic?
I need no crazy
Wild sense of adventure in
My life --- I've had it
Aplenty; I want
It less unpredictable ---
Kater Murr, am I?
Eros, Thanatos,
Struggle for making the world
Better --- but no risk
(I better stop here
We know I've read way too much
Robertson Davies.)
Come what may, I guess
I should go sleep now, or to
Check which shoes I take.
ETA: Let this stand (I do not throw out my poetry; I have not done so since grade four), but worry not --- some things seem to be coming together such that this promises to be very interesting.
Scary. Unknown. Fear.
And did I part ill?
No place to turn from
The path I chose last winter
And long ago:
It seems all factors
Led me to this, and yet I
Am in tunnel, scared
For I have no faith
That what shall come at the end
Of this, is happy.
Actually, I do
Have faith in the gods, but not
In people I face.
Problem. Big problem
That not accounting for the
Human factor doth
Make me worry, fret
And otherwise make my nights
Short, weary, restless.
No help anyone
Is my constant pacing, and
Repeating over.
Security is
Perhaps my greatest desire
Am I neurotic?
I need no crazy
Wild sense of adventure in
My life --- I've had it
Aplenty; I want
It less unpredictable ---
Kater Murr, am I?
Eros, Thanatos,
Struggle for making the world
Better --- but no risk
(I better stop here
We know I've read way too much
Robertson Davies.)
Come what may, I guess
I should go sleep now, or to
Check which shoes I take.
ETA: Let this stand (I do not throw out my poetry; I have not done so since grade four), but worry not --- some things seem to be coming together such that this promises to be very interesting.