“Same”
Days blend in sameness,
time flutters by, little change.
Ease comes in routine.
Steve D
Tag: Poetry
“Same”
Haiku Sunday – Brothers
“Brothers”
Cut from the same cloth,
fragments of the same pattern,
yet unique, themselves.
Steve D
Our son was born on Wednesday! We did not know we were having a boy, keeping the surprise for ourselves again. It’s wild to think that our older son, now almost 3, is now an older brother. Can’t wait to watch these two grow up together.
Haiku Sunday – Minutes
“Minutes”
Down to the wire,
reaching for those final words
to finish the race.
Steve D
Haiku Wednesday – Tired
“Tired”
Thoughts ramble, wander,
entire body like jello.
I just need some sleep.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Adventure
“Adventure”
Spur of the moment
morning suburban hiking
to slide, climb, and run.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Curl
“Curl”
Legs and feet tucked in
for warmth or for protection
during thunderstorms.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Hunt
“Hunt”
Scouting the terrain
from selective vantage points
to find nesting ground.
Steve D
I’m not a hunter, by the way. The wife and I have started exploring specific areas of Maryland to identify neighborhoods we like for our next house — we we intend to be our “forever home”. We’re not ready to buy, unless we find the perfect place, but we’re enjoying casually looking with no strings attached or expectations. And it gives us an excuse to take the toddler and the dog on mini adventures in random parks we find.
Haiku Sunday – Arrive
“Arrive”
I know the day nears
when we will welcome you home.
Patience is trying.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Distract
“Distract”
Continually
drawn away from the moment.
Center. Refocus.
Steve D
Haiku Wednesday – Option
“Option”
Run the mental math.
Uncover all potentials,
but wait not that one.
Steve D
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