powwow . . .

powwow . . .
my father holds me up
for inspection–
my fear of falling greater
than the fear of failing

American Tanka 22, June 2013

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About Margaret Dornaus

I’m a writer and a teacher, as well as a haiku-doodler. I live in a beautiful woodland setting, surrounded by native oak forests, that inspires me to record haiku snapshots of luna moths and our resident roadrunner, and even an occasional black bear as it hightails it across the top of my road, my mongrel dog barking at its heels as I watch with wonder. My work as a travel writer has appeared in publications from The Dallas Morning News to the Robb Report. You can find examples of my travel writing–as well as excerpts from a travel memoir I’m working on–at my other WordPress site, Travelin’ On. What more than that do you need to know? Only that I started this blog with an eye toward collaboration. Got a haiku? Send it my way. . . . I’m all about new visions & voices. Best, Margaret
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4 Responses to powwow . . .

  1. Adelaide says:

    I think our fear of failing never leaves us. A little bit should spur us on to do our best. The trick is not to let failure (rejects) stop us from trying. That’s my little bit of armchair wisdom on this hot day.
    Adelaide
    (This may be a duplicate. I had problems with trying to post my comment.)

    • Thanks, Adelaide . . . No worries on the fear of failing, as you say . . . It’s the falling that’s the bigger obstacle for me, especially in light of a recent household accident that wrenched my back out for a month or two. Grateful to be walking, if not necessarily a straight path!

  2. JanetLD says:

    Ouch, sorry about your accident. I think my fear of falling is probably greater nowadays than my fear of failing; when I was younger, the reverse was probably truer. These days, I don’t think I care nearly as much as I used to if I fail, but I do have to be very careful about physically hurting myself.

    I remember reading this one at AT: a vivid, thought-provoking piece.

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