August is a time to do things with your family, whoever that may be-- even if it is just your oldest friends on a road trip. Let's haiku about that today: A family trip, a reunion, a cookout, the memory of a summer day long ago, or anything else you wish.
Here is mine:
Heavy metal poles
Thick and heavy canvas cloth;
We unfold the tent.
Now, it is your turn. Just make it about 5 syllables for the first line, 7 for the second, and 5 for the third.
As usual, there will be a prize-- your bio on the Razor, but it will be delayed a week, and will appear on Monday, Aug. 8.
One sister coming,
ReplyDeleteThe other gone long ago.
Cherishing what's left.
New house, children in
Mind. Not knowing when rooms would
Be filled. Now, we laugh.
Ordinations 'stead
Of reunions. My big fat
Episcopal clan.
Amtrak plans derailed.
Disappointed preschooler.
Wait -- Wisconsin Dells!
Ghost father, still there
ReplyDeleteBusinessman in a big car
(Crying little girl)
Watching the trees pass
ReplyDeleteoverhead. Sun, beer, tunes, friends.
Go float the river.
South Padre Island:
ReplyDeleteMarinated red onions,
cream cheese, shrimp, cracker.
Bestest and Oldest,
ReplyDeleteHottest heat, a few guns,
Open field. Fam'ly!
I love you Carrie! Stellar haikus!
ReplyDelete"Daddy fix him!"(SCREAMS)
Pepper run over by mail man
Dad looks at his hands.
All four are crazy.
Kin's Legacy from Norway.
Hold tight each other.
Mark,thank you for this weekly exercise in art and life. Haiku is a metaphor for life. One has to decide what is vital,what is a priority...what one cannot do without and what must be cast aside. I purely love doing this and look forward to Fridays. I love to write poetry,but heretofore have always lacked discipline.
Puffy August clouds
ReplyDeletea different gathering
we await a sigh
Summer worries me.
ReplyDeleteAs Detroit burned one summer,
I lost my mother.
Cancer invaded.
Riots raged. Since then I fear
Hot and humid days.
Summers at my aunt's farmhouse.
ReplyDeleteCrazy city kid
Left to her own devices.
the lego man is
ReplyDeleteAWESOME! really, how sweet
is that leg man!?!?!!
Packing coolers, food.
ReplyDeleteFood and drinks. Late night games,
Open mouthed laughter.
Perfect lighting, dishes
done. The ease of talk with such
Familiarity.
Pony and cart hitched
ReplyDeleteLickety-split down the hill
We all won. Alive!
Farmers take no rest.
Vacations in December.
Wisconsin-bound train.
Fragile broken gift,
ReplyDeleteShe. Sat on the beach,saw Mount
Adams,waves lapping.
Blue shoe shack,our small
Washington abode,Mom baked
Riches.Warm brown bread.