I had a haiku
That was perfect in my mind
It died in my sleep
Seriously, I this haiku about something popped into my head as I fell asleep. I couldn’t save it. All I know is that it was once there and now it’s gone like an escaped butterfly. Will it come back? I don’t know. I probably wouldn’t even recognize it if it does.
About Charles Yallowitz
Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
Legends of Windemere 
I love the word Haiku… beautiful piece… 🙂
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Thanks. It’s a fun, simple style.
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Ugh, I hate when that happens! 🙂
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It’s going to drive me nuts for the morning too.
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LOL Try not to think about and then maybe it will come back to you. or let your mind zone – that often works for me!
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I have a few errands to distract me anyway. Mostly bringing my car in for an inspection, which means a nice, long walk home. That should cut a few miles off my biking too.
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That sounds like a good plan!! You will probably think about it on your walk.
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Maybe. I have my chapter scenes to think about too. Aeriel battle and then a knight vs sorceress fight.
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Maybe aerial flight will trigger something 🙂
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Aerial “fight” oops
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Maybe. The poem wasn’t about a butterfly, but it could happen.
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It’s that moment when you have to decide to get up and write it down and stay awake for an hour or go to sleep and hope you remember it… which you never do.
Whatever it was, it ended up producing something beautiful anyway. Very nice haiku Charles! 🙂
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Thanks. I didn’t really have a choice in falling asleep at the point it showed up. It hit at the exact moment I was fading away and was still ‘aware’ of things. It’s happened before and any ‘attempt’ to get up and write it down is typically me thinking I did it, but it was really the start of a small dream.
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It is really bad when a perfect verse comes to you but you couldn’t jot it down.. and your mind is so fickle that it would memorize a completely useless information like the baby who peed on your lap, but that verse or poem..
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So true. Though, I’ve managed a year of being baby pee free. 😉
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Ha! 😀
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I now keep a notepad and pen by my bed… but I still forget to write ideas down half the time. It’s so annoying to lose something that you thought was great. My sympathies :S
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Thanks. I have a notepad and pen nearby, but it was far too late. I wouldn’t have been able to move off the bed unless my son started crying.
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They flutter through my mind like butterflies and then I never recall them when I need to. Funny. I really like this one! It about says it all 🙂
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Yeah. Butterfly thoughts are rather frustrating.
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You dream of haikus??? (And I’m not sure if that is the plural form of haiku.) I go to sleep or wake up grumbling or tense from a dream, and you have poetic thoughts. Sigh. Must be nice.
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Wouldn’t say I dreamed of it. The poem slipped into my mind as I was falling asleep and then it vanished. It happens from time to time. Book ideas I can snag, but the poems disappear like mist.
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Yeah, but haikus slip into your mind! That’s what I’m amazed at. I’m complaining and grumbling and you’re thinking of poetry!
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I guess. It’s usually the grumbling and complaining, but a poem slips in occasionally.
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I guess I’m lucky… I seem to remember most of my sleepy thoughts the next day if they are good… but I liked this Haiku
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Thanks. You really are lucky.
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I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep the other night and made the mistake of starting a little poem in my head. Unfortunately my husbands leg had me pinned down and I was so tired, I was too lazy to grab a pen and paper and jot it down. 😦 that was my butterfly…
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If you could have gotten to a pen then you write it on his leg. There’s also the tickling approach. 😉 Yeah, my wife has been ready to kill me a few times in the past.
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Butterfy Haikus flit
going from flower to heart
never touching mind!
We can not keep them near us
They float beyond memory!
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Thank you for the poem. 😀
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Thanks…I was reading your post and this poem started pinging me!
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Glad to be an inspiration. 😀
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Always! 🙂
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Who needs the original thought when you have this?? 😉
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True. Though, I could always use both of them.
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That happens to me allot in music. I have this belief that whenever I forget a part, I come up with a better one, just a belief actually, to calm myself down.
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I should learn to do that. Even if it isn’t true, I wouldn’t know the difference. Though, I guess that makes it true and now I confused myself.
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