spring snowbanks weep cold grey tears that last goodbye
Category: Haiku
Jet 2021
flight 2021
begins its assent
life’s one-way run
Cloud Closet #2
Digging deep in my DropBox and tweaking an old haiku as a response to today’s prompt.
clouds of fury
billow from deep annoyance
lava of flowing words
And here’s a cheerier verse:
popcorn-white
billows puff across the sky
sunshine dreams
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Billow
My Cloud Closet 1
DropBox-digging day 🙂
a plain shoe box
pictures of someone she once knew
buried deep
Humor in Haiku
Found a sheet of scribbled summery haiku this evening so I’ll share with you these silly musings about social distancing:
morning jogger
runs rings around
my safe space
a bumblebee
ignoring the rules
far too near
social distancing
if only these mosquitoes
would get the point
Word of the Day Challenge: SHARE
Pearl
bit by bit the oyster
nurses its grievance
to perfection
Ragtag Daily Prompt: PEARL
I’m reblogging this from a couple of years ago. Alas, I’m feeling poorly just now, so will take the easy way.
On Being A Battleground
Being sinus-congested and shivery yesterday evening, I spent the night in the living room recliner medicated and wrapped up in blankets. Being in this position made me fair game a cosy cushion for our cats. I was only dimly aware of the coming and going. I woke up once and Angus was curled up on my lap — then the little guy, Tuffy, came and before long they scrapped and Angus stomped off. Next thing I knew Pookie sprawled out on my chest. Then the little guy came and curled up in the crook of my arm — but before long he and Pookie were scrapping and Pookie stomped off. Tuffy came and went a couple of times by himself.
Today will be a better day, I hope. I started a jigsaw puzzle Sunday afternoon and it must be a bit musty, triggering my allergies. I either have to quit doing puzzles — one of my favorite pastimes — or wear a really good filtering face mask when I do one. This happens too often.
