write haikus, not just on Fridays

old subscription so
certain of her deadly wrath -
and subscription gone!

here is my friend james
thirteen months old, i am told:
so young and wise too!

In the new year is
always so much of the last:
slow tread toward old age.

falling, declining
unidirectional flow:
rusting to death.

tuesday afternoon
i’m eating spicy chili
oh so very good!

My big sister Gail
and her daughters are coming
this very Tuesday.

I’m glad to see them
and hope to meet their demands
or I will suffer!

Now at fortynine
in her flashing pale blue eyes
I am but a child.

(Not really so bad -
it is meat for this haiku:
truth is much calmer.)

My big sister Gail
will turn fifty one today:
very old indeed!

Thursday, rain coming
temperature is still rising
longing for the Spring.

Wednesday afternoon
hot bright sunshine lulling me
feeling most tranquil.

I usually find myself too self-conscious to write poetry, but the limitations of the haiku form make it much easier.

(I’m not quite so gloomy as some of my poems, trust me.)

Bright cool May sunshine
Lifting up spirits so high,
Anything can be!