Friday, March 16, 2018


Haiku Friday: Bad day

Not every day is the same. A lot are average, a few are extraordinary, and a few are terrible. Sometimes the terrible day is the result of our own mistakes, and sometimes it is out of our control. Either way, it is memorable. 

Let's haiku about those today-- a bad day of one kind or another, experienced or observed. Here, I will go first:

One-car accident
I slowed down to look; saw
His dog run away.

Now it is your turn! Just use the 5-7-5 syllable formula and have some fun! 

[That's one of my dad's paintings above. See more at]  

The combination
of Valentine's, Ash Wednesday,
was combustible
Call interrupted.
Message: hang up, phone home now.
“Is he dead?” Pause. “Yes.”
No baggage, waiting,
Miss plane to DFW, ugh,
Never getting home.
The second thoughts
on enlisting Air Force.
College not for me.

With reticence I
dropped the view book into trash.
Studies not to be.

Mom. Two men came by.
They were both dressed in their blues.
Said they would come back.
Sweaty and smiling,
Come home to strange, mournful faces.
Dad says "come sit down."

We packed the last box,
Looked around the empty room,
Then we closed the door.
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