Severe Thunderstorm

Rendered blind by a falling wall of water,
Knocked aside by a wind as strong as Thor,
I'm still standing with my arms up to the heavens,
"Give me more, mighty rainstorm, give me more!"

(Just kidding.  I ran as fast as I could to get inside and went to the basement.)

"The Immodesty of Law" or "The Sly Humor of Irony"

In future there will be a law
That rules must exist without flaw.
But irony lurks
Gumming the works,
Saying, "Law without flaw?  Ha, ha!  Bah!!!"

Motion

Wind-rustled grasses
Cars rushing by in all haste
Motion by motion

Affliction (and a glib response to it)

Do you know how, in northern climes,
Your car gets surrounded, covered
By salt and dirt and snow-booger slime?

Or how, in more tropical places,
A guy gets bug-bit and sweat slathered,
Overcome by a miserable stasis?

Some days discomfort will hunt you down,
Smear you with honey and pepper,
Try like a devil to make you frown.

Wash your car.  Get A/C.
Take a shower.  Smile.  Be free.

Throwback Thursday

I found this haiku in the comments section of something else.  It referred to my gassy daughter.  She's better now.  A bit.

On the Southern Front
Mustard gas was daily used.
Chemical warfare.

My Boy

Sometimes in the morning
My boy brings me coffee.
If I would have slippers
He'd bring me those too.
He's eager and willing
To serve and be helpful.
I need to make lists
Of the things he can do.


[I write this in a jesting kind of way.  But I really do need to remember to give him things to do.  I don't just want him NOT doing things, but taking joy in serving and being helpful.  He's already a natural.  I just have to help cultivate his God-given impulse.]

Squash

In a garden, the squash seems compelled

To flee from itself, so it spreads

And passing its borders it melds

With all in the garden bed.

And it ends up squashed.