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    A Recuperative Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 05/31/2013 - 3:06pm |

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     
    (A thin batch this week, I'm afraid.  I added a few oldies to punch it up a bit.)
     
     
     
    Mahogany panels
    in the ICU, turn Oak
    in Recovery.
     
    ---
     
    Watching the day fade,
    sensing a cooler breeze, I
    zip up my jacket.
     
    ---
     
    Purgatory; a
    place for the not good enough
    and the not so bad.
     
    ---
     
     In hospitals, I've
    noticed, the better you feel, 
    the more you're ignored.
     
    ---
     
    The lines in her face,
    though evident, were softened 
    by a joyful smile.
     
    ---
     
    tanka haiku:
     
    There's no growth from pain.
    Growth comes from a willingness
    to endure the pain.
     
    Pain's the cost of each lesson.
    otherwise, it's just suffering.
     
    ---
     
    Can haikus be writ,
    without, to wit, a single 
    snit? Know in a bit.
     
    ---
     
    When our jobs are done
    and our lessons all are learned,
    we're meant to move on.
     
    ---
     
    The toll of lives lost,
    will always make us sad, as
    we but guess their fate.
     
    ---
     
    Mind all aflutter,
    She left her glasses at home
    and her keys at work.
     
    ---
     
     
    They spent All Souls Day,
    still stuck in Purgatory.
    Heaven help them … please.
     
    ---
     
    tanka haiku:
     
    The 96th Street
    ramp to the West Side Highway;
    is an urban joy.
     
       A tree-lined curved underpass
       with a view of the Hudson.
     
    ---
     
     
    As I fall asleep,
    whispers of memories drift
    through my consciousness …
     
    ---
     
    In Grandma’s parlour,
    ev'rything's neat and quiet,
    even sleeping cats.
     
    ---
     
    Do not play with ’whilst’,
    it’s archaic and obscure,
    Whilst-le while you work.
     
    ---
     
     
    Since this week's output is so small, feel free to post a line or a subject for me, and I will write something to fit.
     
     
    Still working on my upcoming Night of Comedy to benefit the Spondylitis Association of America.  Check out my newest animated video:

    Comments

    There he is right now!

    Oh Jeeeez, I was so worried

    Damn I am so glad!

     

    I was so worried.

    Purgatory is so tough

    But you did survive!

     

    Keep on keepin on

    I love these weekly Haikus

    I must count the words

     

    Well, each syllable

    The closest I come to math

    hahahahahahahahahaha

     

    I did not count the haha's. hahahahahahah

    I hope you are through with this purgatory!

    May the wind always be at your back

    And may you remain pain free!

     

     


    by Richard Day on Fri, 05/31/2013 - 5:13pm

     

    Thanks, DD.  Here's one more purgatory haiku for you:

    Purgatory? The
    hell of it is, you can't get
    heavenly coffee.


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 05/31/2013 - 5:41pm