Everyday Doldrum Silence: Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Haiku

Sometimes the doldrums/
of the everyday leave you/
with nothing to say.

Getting My Own Way: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

I don’t need to get
my own way. I want to be
heard and understood.

I stained and sealed her/
door. It’s uneven and blotched, /
but smoother and tight.

We ask so often:/
“What would you like?” we forget/
to fill our own needs.

She so often asks:/
“What would you like?”, she forgets/
to fill her own needs.

Asphalt jungles sprout./
Wildflowers grow and bloom. It’s /
Mother Nature’s house.

It’s strange how we can/
hear much good about us, but/
still digest the bad.

Run away to One/
who is safe, who knows how to/
truly comfort you.

The road seems foggy./
It’s hard to see well. We should/
turn on defoggers.

Early morning staring./
Blank phone screen. Black smooth water./
Looking for answers.

Or
Waiting for answers

Rembrandt’s evening light,/
Rainier’s shadow and wildflowers’/
blooms combine. I weep.