Escape The Thought Boring: ImproVerse Haiku Lament

In the relentless/
mind-numbing, thought-boring, I/
ask how to escape.

I Sit Here Kayak Why Haiku

Folks drive for hours to/
float the creek that curls through my/
backyard. Why sit I?

Kayaking on the West Chickamauga July 2019

Veruca was a good dog -- I honored her with a Yawp My evening yawp at/
the setting sun was his dog’s/
name. Veruuuuuuuuuuuuuuca! Peace.

I composed first with/
a pen, then with keyboard, now/
with voice. It’s my choice.

My dad gave me a /
sledgehammer to knock down walls/
for birds. Symbolic.

Ripping out lawn to/
plant wildflowers brings wild birds./
A double bonus!

Just because I don’t
like something musical does/
not mean it’s not good.

I plant peach pits near/
butterfly bush and bird bath.
Can I remember?

After her tale, it/
was tempting to chant loud and/
long, but we didn’t.

The machine next door/
grinds on and drones loudly, but/
my yawp drowns it out.