This is a very special edition of Friday Haiku. Earlier in the week, my mom, Chris O’Neill (pictured, left), sent me an email of two haikus she wrote. I’m pretty sure they were in creative response to my weekly haikus. I’m publishing her haikus for two reasons.
The first reason: these are really amazing haikus.
The second reason is because she demonstrates with these poems the best reason to make art: as a response to something that sticks with you. She reads my blog and starts thinking about haikus. She’s at her desk, in her car, starts putting stuff together, counting on her fingers. Next thing you know? Really flipping awesome haikus, you dig? Thanks, Mom!
So without further ado, Friday Haiku: Chris O’Neill, author:
1.
Love fish fry Fridays
crowded hall who wants the perch
potato pancakes!
2.
Sunday brunch friends food
bloody mary beer chaser
omelet your way hey
The flowers blooming
need no watch, no calendar
to know spring is near.
I traveled by air
to stand on ladders, to paint.
Time to fly, to sleep.
Today, in honor of my favorite awards show that airs this Sunday, I’m throwing
out a two-fer.
1.
Oscar nears, rich folks
in rich clothes clap for themselves.
Nose on glass, we watch.
2.
I like Jeff Bridges.
I didn’t like Avatar.
I like this year’s hosts.
Things that suck: braggarts,
joint pain, war, John Mayer, fees,
splinters, and damp feet.
Rich athlete says he’s
sorry? We pretend to care.
America wins!
Sometimes, I write haikus in my head. It satisfies my need to write and the desire to count on my fingers. Years ago, I wrote this one at a grad school portfolio review:
Painting’s dead again.
Killed, only to be re-born.
It’s always dying.
In honor of my current crop of paintings, I paid homage to our feathered friends:
While standing there all
pigeon-toed, the chicken was
(eek!) a sitting duck.
A little macabre, sure, but such is the circle of life. The sun rises ’cause the world turns. You feel me?
