A tiny offering

I don't have much to offer tonight. I'm tired. The bitter cold and piles of snow are starting to get to me. I want to live in my sweatpants and spend my days on the couch. I want/need a vacation but I just had one. So, tonight, I have only a few haiku for you: 1.

Please Minnesota, give us a reprieve from this life-sucking weather

2.

The cold will kill us - my delicate hands cracking, followed by my mind

3.

A lecture tonight warned of perfectionism, my fave frenemy

4.

As parents grow tired, children will sense their weakness and strike like cobras

Sleep tight, my friends. May we all wake up to good weather tomorrow. Or, may we at least all maintain feeling in our extremities for most of the day.

Blogging is Contagious

Hi, my name is Vikki. I can almost hear all of you saying, "Hi Vikki" in wonderful Alcoholics Anonymous fashion.

I'm really not sure what I am doing with this. My good friend Kristin started blogging recently and suggested that I write up a little somethin' myself and I said, "Nah", and she said, "I wouldn't think you were copying me" and I said, "Nah" and then she dropped it. No more encouragement, nothing - dropped it just like that. So, how is that I am writing this...well, I was trying to post a comment on her blog and had to register and I couldn't figure out how to do it without registering and then blah blah blah.

So, here I am. I haven't really thought much about this post (which I'm sure is shocking given the life altering content so far). For today, I will just share a poem that I wrote and I will see if I can come up with something better another time. Really, though, who are we kidding? What can be better than poetry about vegetables?

Ode to a Baby Carrot

by Vikki Reich

Your're little and orange and tasty to boot. Why am I troubled that you are so cute? I am guilty and ashamed that you're all alone- Taken from your mother, stripped from your home Yet I sit here and gnaw and chew you to bits Being a carrot is really the pits.

Kristin said...

you copycat.

3:40 PM

Susan Raffo said...

i want more poetry.

1:17 PM