Where’s Donovan’s Hurdy-Gurdy Man? Haiku

When you get older/
you might ask: “Where’s Donovan’s/
Hurdy-Gurdy Man?”

(Here’s the song. I JUST learned Jimmy Page (Yardbirds, Led Zeppelin) played guitar on this!)

Covid Positive Lament Haiku

Now I know how a

leper feels is not a great

country western song.

He once responded:

“Try to keep up!”, but now hopes:

“It’s not a contest.”

When you start to get /

second guessed about all you/

do, you stop doing.

You’re gone. I’m left here,
ashamed, knowing in your pain,
I avoided you.

If face masks can’t stop
the stench of six smokes, how can
they stop viruses?

You know what to do?
Then run the plot line and just
leave out the fight scenes.

She begs: “Take me to
It’ly!” I do. She then sits,
alone, with her phone.

Art inspires art when
I take time to read and feel.
Theirs moves my home views.

My self-pity haiku a week before Christmas:

When you tried hard to/

avoid “Cat’s in the Cradle”/

yet they’re distant? Weep.