daily haiku #4 : rose petals

[Apologies, I didn’t post yesterday. We had a guest and I was exhausted. I should be ashamed of myself. I shall post twice today (hopefully). Also, today’s been strangely busy for a Sunday. Spent most of it looking up how to teach English grammar (going to be teaching a friend)]

rose petals

red dots cross the street:
the scent of a broken soul,
petals from a rose.


19 thoughts on “daily haiku #4 : rose petals

  1. Amorous wrappings
    With a wistful scent-bourne soul
    Rose petals shroud all.

    Hey Wolfie, feeling meh, thought I’d say hi, didn’t want to come empty handed. Hope you’re good.

    1. Hi there!

      Never worry about turning up empty-handed. 🙂 As for me, I’ve been better but the focus required to write the haikus seems to help. How about you?

    2. Especially the rose petals that shroud all – it’s an unexpected turn of phrase, but so wonderfully simple and evocative!

      1. Aww. Thanks. That’s an ego boost. I’m busy being my own advocate trying to work out if I am still capable of working professionally, or just not in high stress environments. It’s just, really horribly upsetting to think that all my intelligence has now no home and… begging your pardon, dudes can be pretty shallow. I know you have a unique perspective kind of but have probably always identified male. Now I know why my Mum was all ‘I don’t know why you don’t maintain yourself you’re such a pretty girl blah blah.” I just fear I’m being told to look after the packaging because what’s inside is… off. Perishable. I feel superfluous sometimes. Sorry.

      2. Hey there! Don’t worry about it – I know exactly what you mean. I’ve been on both sides which is both a blessing and curse. I was thinking about this yesterday; if I was born a cis male, would we even be having this conversation? Would I even question myself in terms of how I behave towards others? And yes, dudes can be shallow and very mean – an important thing to remember. I’ve only recently realised how difficult it is to give a woman (either my partner, my mother or a friend) an opinion that doesn’t project my views of what I think they “should” look like or do. e.g. a friend of mine changed her hair to green and asked if it looked good (personally, I think she looks gorgeous regardless of her hair colour – but then, I may be biased). She told me she’s been getting glares and awkward looks on public transport because of the colour of her hair. I told her exactly what I thought (that she looks like a rock/metal music goddess). Still, why should she (or you, or any woman for that matter) feel bad for changing her hair?

        Sorry about that – the rant went off on a tangent. My point is, a lot of people – not just guys – judge a lot. They will judge everyone. I don’t know whether it’s a matter of insecurity, stupidity, or whatever. I don’t care. But you gotta take care of you the way you want, because, ultimately, you’re going to have to live with you for a lot longer than anyone else. I’m not saying don’t take care of the packaging; I’m just saying do it in a way that feels good to you. If you want to take care of the inside, do it. The inside is brilliant (as far as I can tell, you’re intelligent, witty, and understanding). No one else has a say in what you do with your time/face/body/… (fill in the blank) except you. There’s nothing wrong with you (I’m still struggling to come to terms with that concept regarding myself, and I think it’s driving some of my loved ones nuts, but I’m going to try and work on it… once I get past the procrastination stage 😛 ).

        Sorry, I just realised this comment is a really long ‘go get ’em, girl’ type-message…

      3. Ach, you don’t know where all this is coming from but it’s landing on you. It has nothing to do with you at all, you’re safe. I’m sorry if I’ve offended you somehow with my stupid, bitter generalisations. Talk soon hopefully. ~ P ~

      4. Don’t worry about it. Happy to be a dumping ground for thoughts/feelings. No offence (or is it offense?) taken. 🙂

      5. Offence round our way, ‘offense’ in the U.S. Ach, bless you. I’m going to crawl away now. Not your job to be a dumping ground. Don’t be so nice.

  2. Drained. Trying to take care of myself on a lot of bases. Hope you liked the offering nonetheless. A very late housewarming… house perfuming? 🙂 P.S. Okay, thanks I’ll try not to. Inculcated by the mother, ‘always go with a gift’.

    1. Ah, yes, that is quite draining (especially if you have to do it alone at some point).
      Yes, I liked it very much! Who knew that words can be so magical?
      The gesture is much appreciated! 🙂
      P.S. My parents have taught me the same thing, but I find it depends where I’m going. 😛

      1. True. If you gave me a pot plant, it would probably die at SOME point, but it would live longer than a tamogotchi. So I aint all bad. I’m okay with kids. Kids would definitely live on my watch.

      2. Mine always died… even cacti, and that’s saying something! 😛 No, you ain’t all that bad (at least, you don’t seem all that bad hehe). Especially if kids would live on your watch – that’s a good sign!

  3. Missed that lovely juggernaut of a message but feeling its positivity as genuine. Cheers. It’s just scheduled to be one heck of a week. 🙂 I didn’t mean it. Nice is always good.

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