A Post-Storm Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon


Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:


(My best friend, and fellow haiku-writer, David found this.  The parents of a young boy in a wheelchair created a unique Halloween costume for him.)

(David’s haiku is in bold italics.)


A very special Halloween outfit …



There’s hope for the world
When parents use their love with



Kid in a wheelchair

Becomes a Good Humor Man …

Love makes miracles.




Watching old sit-coms,
I see the world I thought would
be when I grew up.




He’s a ‘regular’
at the diner, ordering
eggs ‘over easy.’





His tiger-striped cat,
eats, plays with squeaky toys, then
naps all afternoon.




Batten your hatches,
stock up on food and water.
Hurricane’s comin’!




Sunday ev’ning and
I dread the week to come; full
moon and rising tides.




A playground vanished
in the fury of the storm;
drowning merriment.




Flood waters subside,
leaving a sobering thought;
We’re vulnerable.




he asked, ‘What is Life?’
the old man paused … ‘Life’s how you
clean up afterwards.’




Dad just discovered
the marble his son had lost …
Quite a somersault.




Lessen our lessons?
That would not be real smart, so
keep what you’re taught, taut.





Stubble on my chin

Clothes I’ve worn for two full days

Still sick as a dog.





Fragrant aromas

Awaken my thoughts of you

My long ago love




I nervously wait

The doctor studies my chart

Will I get well soon?




As the clouds disperse

Stars twinkle in the night sky

My heart leads me home.




Then, without warning,

trucks collide on the corner

Police cars converge.




A stone partition

does not stop my neighbor’s dog

from barking at me.




A screaming toddler

fidgets in a grocery cart

his mother pleading.




Bonus poem:


When she utters the key phrase,

the automatic time portal unlocks

and my mind steps obediently into the past,

engulfed in sensual visions of earlier pursuits …

only to be brought back to the present

with a head snapping sudden-ness

by both her silence and the intensity of her gaze.

I pretend not to be startled,

But her growing smile tells me that she knows

exactly where I’ve been.





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