I cut Studly’s hair
With attachment number three
He speaks to me still
Haircut Haiku
Category: Haiku
Look Out Below
Underneath it all
Down where the anglerfish live
Time stands almost still
No wind, no tossed waves
Just days of isolation
And gullible prey
Below the surface
In the realms where no sun shines
Light attracts, light kills
Discover Prompts: Below
These Old Hands
Scarred and sun damaged
Blue veined, yet not delicate
These old hands still care
Freckled pale fingers
Smooth, unpolished, unshaped nails
These old hands still love
Life lines and heart lines
Have diminished over time
These old hands endure
Discover Prompts: Hands
Street Smarts
There are curves ahead
Sharp, plainly unforgiving
Attention required
Lean into the curve
Observe the rules of physics
Avoid disaster
My biggest regret
Those curves I never mastered
And now I’m too old
Shelter in Place Haiku
Alone, together
We play at isolation
Without a game plan
The ground rules have changed
Practice social distancing
For the greater good
In this brave new world,
Every minute a bell tolls
We listen alone
A Facebook friend said she needed sheltering-in- place haikus. I was happy to oblige.
Wistful Drinking
Pour me another
A full bodied deep red wine
Something slowly sipped
Bring me memories
Of times spent on lazy lakes
Simply holding hands
Give me a reason
To hold on when life’s too much
Pour me another
I became incredibly bored watching the OU-LSU football game on Saturday night. Only a second glass of wine got me through it.
Peace, people.
A Little Lost
Crushed by a harsh word
Confused and a little lost
Left alone to cry
Don’t even mind her
Feeling sorry for herself
Sitting in the dark
Why is she always
Afraid to test the waters
Lest she slip and drown
Filling the Silence
You talk. I listen.
Words slip smoothly from your tongue
To fill up my ears
Rain beats steadily
Drumsticks on the windowpane
Filling the silence
I watched for your car
After all you claimed to be
Puddled around me
(I found the photos on Pinterest. They suited my mood, if not my words.)
Peace, people.
Patterns
The beholder’s eye
Finds beauty in symmetry
Strength in the pattern
Humble beginnings
Yearn for immortality
Seeking atonement
What secret patterns
Affect the caterpillar
Who sprouts wings and flies?
In a Certain Light
Morning sun reveals
All the wrinkles that appear
In a certain light
Arms, crepe-laced, seem frail
Strong enough, though, for lifting
Grandchildren and cats
In a certain light
Fine lines crisscross her tired brow
Turn out that damned light
Praying for Eyebrowz 