Creativity Withheld: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Does my muse know it’s/
technology witholding /
creativity?

OR
Do muses know that/
technology withholds my/
creativity?

Growing Green Forts: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

We weed and mow. Why?/
Millions spend weekends growing/
meaningless green forts.

OR
We weed and mow. Why?/
Millions spend weekends to grow/
meaningless nothings.

When Damocles’ swords/
always hang over your head,/
why procrastinate ?

Social butterflies/
should cocoon sometimes to more/
develop themselves.

Inspiration is/
hindered by technology./
Where’s pen and paper?

What unreasoned thing/
will you do today which will/
change you and the world?

If I move the phone/
away from my head-hands-heart,/
I can sleep better

Like box canyon views,
nothing seems so distant as
close by and ignored.

Your muse repeats my/
flowing. Words set you glowing./
Yours get me growing.

I am out of town./
She eats pickles for breakfast./
It’s so Freudian.