Convertible Cottonwood Blizzard: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Parking my ragtop/
under cottonwoods creates/
a blizzard inside.

Email Romance Danger: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

The danger of long/
email romances is that/
words easily woo.

An unusual/
river flows north. I paddle/
against it, then drift.

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

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

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?

I texted too early;
my mistake.
I don’t know, surely,
when you wake.

You claim you need coffee?
Please, call me!

Why needest thou coffee?
Thou shouldst call me
and certainly
see
how gently
and slowly
I would wake thee!

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