“Garbage”
Sizzling asphalt
stales the stench over the street;
sweet midsummer days.
Steve D
Tag: poem
Haiku Sunday – Neat
“Neat”
Edged with brick and mulch,
vegetable plots, flower pots.
Clean geometry.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Sediment
“Sediment”
Varied stone layers
make the ground appear all too
sedimentary.
Steve D
Haiku Tuesday – Routine
“Routine”
New occupation
to occupy the daily.
Day planner needed.
I started my new job yesterday, which means I’m readjusting to a full-time work schedule with a baby schedule to keep up with. Thus, I left myself no time for writing. Trying again tonight!
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Yard
“Yard”
Not merely a yard,
a secluded wilderness
of unbounded dreams.
The house I grew up in, where my pup Teddy loved to run around in the backyard, has been sold. I took him there on Friday to have one final romp through his favorite squirrel-hunting grounds.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Firefly
“Firefly”
Tiny flashbulb glow,
candle floating on the breeze,
shadowed by the dusk.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Sore
“Sore”
Pieces forgotten,
years of memory ignored.
Muscles rebuilding.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Glimpse
“Glimpse”
Faint starlight at dusk,
wink in and out of vision,
peripheral light.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Era
“Era”
An era of TV,
over like a phase of life.
More will come, I hope.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Cleaning
“Cleaning”
Life disorganized,
cluttered, too many start points.
Pick one and finish.
Steve D
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