I never really understood Ian McKellan's praise for the rhyming of, "fool of a Took!" until just now when I had "dearly" and "dreary" at the end of consecutive lines in a haiku. I always understood the assonance aspect of it but never saw the beauty of it.
I'm easing back into writing. I'm not sure why I stopped. But it's baby steps with haikus on Twitter. It keeps me from taking myself or my compositions too seriously and also gives me a sense of obligation to meet non-existant daily deadlines for whatever reason.
I've been thinking a lot about all the wrong things. They race with each other for my attention when I only want to sleep.
I hate that I don't know when Doug's flights are and the way I turn into the wife on the widow's walk in Cape Cod staring at clouds for tales of weather and safety. And I can't stop humming that Elton John song about Daniel who is traveling tonight on a plane.
He's not mine to miss in any case.
So I'll catch up on some reading about Vision from the movies and find a way back to the depths my tip-toes crave.
Don't you dare skip Olympic Park Beach.