#302 of 365 – 4 Haiku

4 Haiku

 

 

wet jeans rolled up like

walking in the surf; sump pump

working overtime

 

 

touring campuses

tree-lined futures that leave me

walking through regrets

 

 

history’s old stone

longing for a past composed

of better choices

 

  

my son; a wealth of

futures to choose from―I hope

he gets one he likes

 

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Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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2 Responses to #302 of 365 – 4 Haiku

  1. pi314chron says:

    Very nice! The last three seem to form a trio, which tells a poignant story of regret, longing, and hope. The first one seems oddly out of place but its humor and surprise ending appeal to me anyway. A good day’s work, Merle! 🙂

    • Blackbird says:

      Thanks Ron! Yeah…the first one…well…that’s what happens when you see a bunch of beautiful campuses and reflect on choices you’ve made, then come home to a basement you had discovered was flooded minutes before leaving on the two day trip. So…gorgeous old campuses, much reflection, then home to pump out the basement! Oh well…could’ve been a lot worse than it was so I’m grateful. Always appreciate your comments Ron.

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