“Play”
Impromptu play dates,
a chance for adults to meet
for conversation.
Steve D
Category: Poetry
Haiku Sunday – Dull
“Dull”
Soft gray overhead,
brief lackluster afternoon
with two bright blue spots.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Undiscovered
“Undiscovered”
Recommendations
lead down the rabbit hole to
new musical lands.
Anybody want to listen to some power metal/melodic death metal? Unleash the Archers had popped up in my YouTube recommendations before, but none of their songs caught my ears until the one below. After listening more closely, I’ve just ordered this album Apex off their site.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Delay
“Delay”
Delaying one vote
and criticizing the same
is power gone mad.
Steve D
Haiku Wednesday – Creativity
“Creativity”
Why write on writing
when the story itself glares,
demands attention.
Steve D
This is my lame excuse for not having a meatier post this week. I really just want to finish my short story. Hopefully, I’ll not waste this opportunity and have good news on that front next week.
Haiku Sunday – Chore
“Chore”
A menial task
becomes a temporary
escape from hosting.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Putter
“Putter”
One thousand odd jobs
to distract from bigger tasks,
or one major change.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Worn
“Worn”
Seams ripped, painted stains.
How much more can old clothes take
before they give up?
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Oversleep
“Oversleep”
The hour is late
when the child peeks his head up
to say good morning.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – About
“About”
Familiar places,
unfamiliar surroundings.
New public order.
Steve D
We went out to a couple breweries today, and it honestly caught me off guard having to actively think about social distancing rules in a public space. I’m not against such rules at all — in fact, I’m really proud of how cautious the state of Maryland has been through this pandemic. It’s just strange to be out in an otherwise casual setting and have to rethink how I interact with people there.
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