Friday, April 12, 2013
Haiku Friday: Favorite shirt
We all have one! Let's haiku about a favorite shirt today. Here is mine:
Red flannel, soft, warm;
Official Sicky-boy shirt--
Healing properties!
Now it is your turn... it doesn't have to even be a shirt you even own any more, or perhaps one that reminds you of a moment.... 5 syllables/7 syllables/5 syllables and something about a shirt is good enough for me!
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Snuggly gray sweatshirt
Didn't go there but would have
If I had met him.
It tells stories that
I want to know, but do I?
A different time.
Ideas, ideals
We had such promise those years
Coat me in that warmth
MMM
Didn't go there but would have
If I had met him.
It tells stories that
I want to know, but do I?
A different time.
Ideas, ideals
We had such promise those years
Coat me in that warmth
MMM
# posted by 
: 12:18 AM
: 12:18 AM
Pink, preppy, still own
from 1978
will never throw out
My above Haiku is about my favorite pink Oxford cloth shirt from Hickeys of GP. I begged for that shirt. It is so worn and soft and no longer fits, except as a over shirt But I will not part with it. That said...
He leaves for a trip
I raid his closet, searching
for a reminder
Perfect, comfort found,
wrapped within his long arms..
Sleep, sweet dreams, drifting
from 1978
will never throw out
My above Haiku is about my favorite pink Oxford cloth shirt from Hickeys of GP. I begged for that shirt. It is so worn and soft and no longer fits, except as a over shirt But I will not part with it. That said...
He leaves for a trip
I raid his closet, searching
for a reminder
Perfect, comfort found,
wrapped within his long arms..
Sleep, sweet dreams, drifting
d-kendall ~ thanks but alas, Razor resident poet laureate Renee has yet to grace the page this week with her wordsmith mastery.
Laurie S. ~ lovely...
Laurie S. ~ lovely...
I must let you go
You are kind of smelly now
Less white than when new
Innocence Mission
I'm sentimental still, though
Not so innocent
You are kind of smelly now
Less white than when new
Innocence Mission
I'm sentimental still, though
Not so innocent
# posted by : 7:16 PM
: 7:16 PM
Red roses capture him--
Stems remind him Spring So Green
Rose red buttons ope!
She fits tight sweet
Silk spots exclamation.Tells
Him what,why to hold.
Oblivion dance
Take him to the brink loosehot.
Make him smell Paris.
Stems remind him Spring So Green
Rose red buttons ope!
She fits tight sweet
Silk spots exclamation.Tells
Him what,why to hold.
Oblivion dance
Take him to the brink loosehot.
Make him smell Paris.
Listen,Osler--
Geoff stole my blue shirt
When I was in the shower.
Said it went perfect
With red jeans!OMG!
To a gala?You suck.Me:
Dupioni silk.
Humiliation
Thy name is Geoff.
Bye-bye she now texts.
Geoff stole my blue shirt
When I was in the shower.
Said it went perfect
With red jeans!OMG!
To a gala?You suck.Me:
Dupioni silk.
Humiliation
Thy name is Geoff.
Bye-bye she now texts.
# posted by : 9:43 AM
: 9:43 AM
Sally,my Flower--
I needed blue shirt to keep
You close to my heart.
Aphrodisiac
Of sweat and Evening in Paris
Held me in your grippe.
Give me another chance.
My cone to your coffee ice
Cream! Careful...I'll melt!
I needed blue shirt to keep
You close to my heart.
Aphrodisiac
Of sweat and Evening in Paris
Held me in your grippe.
Give me another chance.
My cone to your coffee ice
Cream! Careful...I'll melt!
# posted by : 10:27 PM
: 10:27 PM
My Daddy's Shirt
They spread them out on
His office floor.His shirts still
Evoking himself.
I never knew his
Penchant for plaid.But there it
Was: A farmer's fancy.
I smelled long days, deep
Frustration. I gave it a hug.
Worry.Kissed cheek.
Thank you,Mark,for the chance to cry seven years later.See how vital a daddy is to a child's existence!
Saw him get sick in
An irrigation ditch.His
Ulcers were bitin'.
Rocked smart little boy,
Who worked so damn hard.No time
To do homework.Damn!
Old now,he turned left
Into on-coming traffic--
Oh,Daddy! Good-bye!
But I still have the
White and red and blue plaid--
Knowledge you loved me.
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They spread them out on
His office floor.His shirts still
Evoking himself.
I never knew his
Penchant for plaid.But there it
Was: A farmer's fancy.
I smelled long days, deep
Frustration. I gave it a hug.
Worry.Kissed cheek.
Thank you,Mark,for the chance to cry seven years later.See how vital a daddy is to a child's existence!
Saw him get sick in
An irrigation ditch.His
Ulcers were bitin'.
Rocked smart little boy,
Who worked so damn hard.No time
To do homework.Damn!
Old now,he turned left
Into on-coming traffic--
Oh,Daddy! Good-bye!
But I still have the
White and red and blue plaid--
Knowledge you loved me.
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