Impromptu renditions,
wild ramblings,
flights of fancy,
winged ideas
startling fantasies,
tumbling words,
wandering images,
fogged vistas,
tangible inspirations,
tactile vocabulary,
and…
This is my story!
Being
Agh…
I hate it when
the perfect haiku slips off
while still unwritten.
Trouting
Relaxing day fishing,
shot to hell while driving home,
in rush-hour traffic.
Bowed…
Aging does not bow us.
Life events that bring us low,
this is what bows us.
Bowing to lives cut short bows!
Bowing to life’s burden bows!
In the past…
Yes, I post in the past. Every so often I open a sketch book, old journal, etc., and find a haiku or other bit of doggrel laying there. So I use the scheduling tool in WordPress, just one of the many reasons I love WordPress, as a time machine and post that find in the time it would have gone on one of my earlier but now long defunct blog sites.
Just in case you were wondering, ‘Why am I just getting this notice now?’.
Cause?
Why? I don’t know
Said the archer to the crow.
Maybe it’s just be caws.
Integrity…
Grease tattooed,
callused, working hands, folded, peacefully.
My father’s hands.
Succession…
To achieve success
accumulate failures.
Thomas Edison
Thoughts…
Thoughts of leaving you,
Not seeing, holding, loving you.
Three days like, always…
Haiku Journey 