structure...

...does a body good. at least, this body, it does. as much as i sometimes loathe it, it has done right by me; kept me moving and on track and buzzing along at a fine pace. it's not about rules so much as appreciating time... not squandering it.

the haiku is quickly becoming my favorite form. little poems make me happy.





heated



in summer, i lay
breathless as an old blood-hound
panting toward the cool.



-angela simione, 2009




it was a hot one in wine-land today. really hot. and i am worn out...

wrestling the sheets...

last night i couldn't fall asleep for the longest time. i couldn't stop thinking about painting and poetry and what to do about a new artist statement and bio, all that professional jazz. worry, worry, worry, and somehow i got around to thinking about haiku and that maybe i should try it out. it's a structure and maybe i need some structure. it's not as easy as it seems, not in the least.

i'm surprised i actually remembered it today. this is the haiku i wrote last night while i lay in bed wishing i could sleep...

domestic scene #1

silly little girl,
keep your mouth and bedroom clean.
be quiet and still.


my sweetie said it's a bit creepy but that it suits what i do. it isn't really enough all on it's own like this. maybe a little collection of domestic scenes would be good. something to tinker with. something to wrestle with at night when i can't get my mind to stop turning or when i've had too much coffee to find rest.