Two Haiku for You


I have found myself
at a loss for words, but here
they come anyhow…

All the lighthouses!
All the lighthouses!
Yet there’s no light to be found.
Pointless monuments!

(Yes, I know the second one is irregular form, but I felt it sounded better with the first line repeated, so I broke the rules!)

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Hi! I am an artist, author, and blogger who also happens to have Asperger’s Syndrome. I have won several awards and honors for my writings and artwork. I suffer from a few severe mental illness and chronic pain conditions (Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Fibromyalgia, CFS/ME, Ehlers Danlos, Degenerative Disc Disease, etc.), which greatly affects my life and makes me want to advocate for others going through similar things. Other interests of mine include reading, writing, drawing, watching cartoons and movies, collecting toys, hanging out with my family, and annoying my 3 cats.

10 thoughts on “Two Haiku for You”

    1. You just inspired my first piece of “poetry”. Just an unpolished thought, not at all reflecting you. Here goes.

      ‘Keep seeing the same fault in others,
      Who are quick to muck and make light of other people’s burdens.
      What does that make me…’



  1. Dear Marandar, You are the first to see this – wholly in keeping with your haiku and my comment. Written this minute!
    Listening to Thelonius Monk.
    (Give him a try –
    If you haven’t already)
    I myself am sunk
    In heaven.
    (or is it ‘raised’)
    Anything for a rhyme
    Anyway, there’s genius
    In being flawed:
    In honesty, in bravery –
    Wrong notes,
    Strong, short, long notes;
    Flatted fifths, half-tones the chord;
    Finger placement – absurd!
    Who can be bored!
    Who cares?
    He dares.
    Stares into space,
    Jumps up and down,
    No smile, no frown –
    He plays his junk,
    Always a Monk – Thelonius..
    And so I sit in pillowed bed,
    Caffeinated (to my toes and to the head),
    Letting, simply letting…
    Waiting, writing
    With an honesty and spunk (see Monk, sunk, junk)
    Flawed to the gills.
    Hmm, sills, bills, chills, kills…hmm.

    Flawed 11.19.2017
    A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Vaguely About Music II;
    Arlene Corwin

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