It’s odd folks think I/
don’t know how to whisper ‘cuz/
I dance hard. That’s why.
OR
People
may find it strange
that I,
one who dances hard
and sees much
and sings loud
and long
and deep
and lives life,
(Carpe Diem, Man!)
top down,
tunes up,
arms outstretched,
hands up,
with passion
and vigor
and tears
and laughter
and joy
and energy
and YES!
would
know
how
to
whisper.
That’s exactly why.
She knows she wants to /
drive with that top down guy with/
sunsets in his eyes.
When you have style, you/
can find random hats that match/
your cool purple shirt.
OR
When yo be stylin’, /
topless, yo find random hats/
that match your cool shirt.
Cute young thing,/
her daddy driving/
their white minivan,/
puts her hands/
out the window/
as we go/
wind surfing,/
smiling,/
with me,/
rocking Queen./
My first freeway dance.
We threw milkweed pods/
and our hands in the air, and/
laughed like kids. They are.
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How this haiku happened: Someone posted a Meme saying: “You’re never childless, when you have a Husband”. I responded:
“This was offensive to me… until I started to look at it in a positive light.
Yes, I do act like a child sometimes. Maybe often.
This morning I turned off the bathroom lights and took a shower in the dark to the light of the setting full moon.
Yesterday my great-nephew and niece and I “put our hands in the air” and danced driving in my convertible all the way through town.
I bring home the bacon and am responsible (I have a mortgage that’s nearly paid off), but have a child-like glee in life. I’m kind, tender-hearted, and like to make jokes and have fun.
I’ll play in the sand with Tonka trucks, and stop to look at a bug on a sunflower.
Yesterday I showed these kids about milkweed pods, and as we drove away, we threw parachutes to the sky and giggled when they swirled around our heads in the wind vortex my ragtop-down created.
“For such is the Kingdom of Heaven”, Jesus said.
Maybe that’s not a bad thing.
When you drive *in a/
ragtop in the sun, you’ll get/
a nice farmer’s tan.
OR
*with your top down
I, driving top down, /
stretched both my hands skyward and /
embraced the sunrise.
OR
I, driving top down, /
stretched both my hands skyward to /
embrace the sunrise.
Sometimes, in my zest/
and joy for life, joie de vive/
brings stupidity.