Wade on Birmingham

Archive for 'Daily Haiku'

the green line

Sunday, March 22nd, 2009

I’m off to see her
somewhere down the monorail,
14 stops to go.

• • •

Read more haiku.

cat napping

Saturday, March 21st, 2009

Furry purr nestles
on foot of bed, dreaming of
warm keyboard, slow mice.

• • •

Read more haiku.

via monorail

Saturday, March 21st, 2009

Train wanders not on
its journey around city
always straightforward.

• • •

Read more haiku.

thespian, be not proud

Friday, March 20th, 2009

Slither and slide the
actors transform the stage by
being ugly us.

• • •

Read more haiku.

people are puzzles

Friday, March 20th, 2009

People are puzzles
to solve. Tab A, slot B don’t
always seem to fit.

• • •

Read more haiku.

wary

Friday, March 20th, 2009

What do you want? With
me, with them, with anyone?
Who are you and why?

• • •

Read more haiku.

grandma said

Monday, March 16th, 2009

Kind words go further
than angry ones. Mind that you
keep plenty in stock.

• • •

Read more haiku.

concentration

Sunday, March 15th, 2009

Stay on task. Focus.
Stick with it. Shut out noises
and interruptions.

• • •

Read more haiku.

adrift in a sea of faces

Saturday, March 14th, 2009

I don’t know you, do
I? We’ve met, maybe once or
hundred times. Can’t think.

• • •

Read more haiku.

squeak squeak

Saturday, March 14th, 2009

Squeak squeak the soles trudge
along the pristine floor now
wet with outside rain.

• • •

Read more haiku.

there’s no rain

Thursday, March 12th, 2009

I’d like to keep my
cheeks dry today, so stay with
me. I’ll have it made.

• • •

Read more haiku.

pink cupcake

Wednesday, March 11th, 2009

The icing, an inch
thick. The crumbly inside spills
forth when wrapperless.

• • •

Read more haiku.

hobby sounds so quaint

Tuesday, March 10th, 2009

Extreme knitting, co-
ed naked kickball, Facebook
stalking, green Jet Ski.

• • •

Read more haiku.

gone in 60 minutes

Tuesday, March 10th, 2009

The days start somewhat
earlier, or later. Can’t
tell when clocks are changed.

• • •

Read more haiku.

masseuse attack

Saturday, March 7th, 2009

The muscles cry out
for aromatic oils,
warm towels, soft hands.

• • •

Read more haiku.