Out of Order

Dear Sari,

I don't know how to break this to you. I know you'll come here because it's Thursday and you will go away sorely disappointed.

It's Thursday and I can't haiku. I don't know what happened. I want to haiku. I dig the haiku. I sit to do the haiku and it's a no can do.

It should be simple. It's just 5-7-5. One would think that anyone with a life as wildly exciting and filled with thrills-a-minute normal and yet not-quite-down-to-being-dead-boring as mine is should be able to toss together a few three line poems summing up her daily activities. I mean I should be able to at least come up with some bad haiku. Even bad haiku is still pretty good. Those charming syllable patterns and all that get readers to count them out on their fingers.

And it's not from lack of effort. I'm trying here. My brain is smoking.

I've let you down, haven't I?

Begging your pardon,

Dixie

P.S. As for the rest of you - if you so much as breathe "Whew! Another week with no haiku! Dodged another bullet!", I'm going to know. Oh I will know.