Utter Lack of Ability

Daily Prompt: Might As Well Jump

June 18, 2013

What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to? What would have to happen to make you comfortable taking it?

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I wrote this in “haibun” form, something I have only recently discovered, thanks to this blogger’s page and competition right here: http://yepirategunn.weebly.com/2/post/2013/06/ligo-haibun-challenge-1406-2106.html.

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I am one of those people who have two left feet. Not the kind that say it out of modesty, mind you – I am absolutely, utterly, horrendously incapable of dancing. To add to that, I’m decidedly overweight as well, making it less cute if I blunder around, tires bulging, than if, say, Cameron Diaz or Enrique Iglesias did.

I associate dancing with passion, sexuality and whirling around in the sheer excitement of living; at least, that’s what it looks like to me when others dance. I would give just about anything to be able to dance, yet unfortunately my sense of pride keeps me from making an absolute fool of myself. Funnily enough, I believe that it’s not so much a general sense of pride holding me back as much as shame: shame for my appearance and my stark lack of ability.

I believe that if I lost weight, or if I (privately) attained a certain minimum level of proficiency in any dance form, I would gain the confidence required to dance in public.

Mistakes and missteps

Make a mockery of me.

Will I ever dance?

 

Praising the Sun

My first attempt at writing haibun. This week’s 2 Līgo Haībun prompts are:-

The sun      [or]     Childhood memory of summer camps

I picked the sun to write about.

Why does anyone like the sun? What is there to like about something that harshly oppresses the multitudes with waves of dehydrating, scorching light? Maybe it is poets’ fault for praising it so much – merely because it opens flowerbuds and serves as a figurative “next” to Winter’s unforgiving ice. Maybe it is Winter’s fault for cruelly leaving the destitute to freeze in nothing but their bones. Or maybe it is mine, for living in places so hot the novelty has worn off, as has my skin.

heat waves  accrue

parched men lying listless

the shivering pray

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