Try To Keep Up No Contest: Haiku Lament

He once responded:

“Try to keep up!”, but now hopes:

“It’s not a contest.”

Second Guessed Stop: Haiku Lament

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.

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.

My self-pity haiku a week before Christmas:

When you tried hard to/

avoid “Cat’s in the Cradle”/

yet they’re distant? Weep.

When you miss the point
and argue minutiae, I’ll
avoid discussions.

This is the first year
That my mom’s not here.
To share
How He cares.
It’s now my turn. That’s clear.

A bough seems broken.
Does a weeping oak exist?
Because I now am.

What benefits will you find
when you take the time
to feel Nature?

This iambic piece is part of a larger prose writing on getting outside and feeling Nature.