A Warmly Spring-like Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:

When you have learned to
accept what you can not change;
You will suffer less.

Though Life continues,
and struggles will never end,
my peach tree still blooms.

They say Spring has sprung
but it still feels like Winter.
Maybe sprung sprang back.

 Her mood would shift from
indigo to violet;
her passion sublime.

Her face pressed to mine,
I hold her close to me and
know our love’s survived.

Sometimes I’m awake,
when I should be fast asleep,
dreaming I’m awake.


But in the end, you
will give up ev’rything to
do what you love most.

A moment frozen
60 years before my birth,
makes me nostalgic.

For St. Patrick’s Day:  A  photo of my maternal great-grandmother, Agnes Kelly, who came from Ireland, through Castle Garden, (the predecessor to Ellis Island), some time around 1881. In 1891, she lived on the Lower East Side of Manhattan, close to where I now work. By the turn of the 20th century, she had re-married, and she and her three children had moved with her new husband to Benton Harbor, Michigan, where she died in 1929.

reading, Rabelais, no doubt,
(Before the Kindle.)

(Fur Traders Descending the Missouri River)

Never let a cat
be your guide down the river
or the fur may fly.

As our lives go on,
difficulties increase, we
make bargains with God.

As I fall asleep,
whispers and memories drift
through my consciousness

tanka haiku:

Sirens start screaming,
in the middle of the night,
causing dogs to bark.

Then, the neighbor’s lights go on.
I drove through their shrubs, okay?

Experts know; though you
can’t alphabetize chaos,
you can order fries.

double haiku:
Eternity is
a wish not to die made real.
A hope soon denied.

Of course, it’s also
dining with all your in-laws,
but never mind that.

Dogs, cats and songbirds,
seldom think beyond right now,
Most folks, nothing but.

I am a student
and always will be. My school
is all around me.

A teenager asks,
‘Why are naps such a big deal?’
His grandfather smiles.

His eyes glazed over;
lost in a halcyon daze,
re-visiting youth.

There is a structure
to all things, and a context
to fence it all in.

In an oblong tin,
he kept his oolong tea; a
thin tin type tea tin.

 tanka haiku:

From the cab of his
pickup, he could see the smoke
rise from the chimney.

But it was nearly sunrise,
he could not wait for breakfast.

double haiku:

The screen door slams shut.
An angry young man runs to
his car and ‘peels out.’

She watches from the window
and prays that her sadness ends.

alliterative tanka haiku:

Pa peddled papers,
Ma mostly mixed martinis.
Sis sewed sombreros.

I, inadvertently, inked,
(in innocence), irked insults.

An anemone.
yearns to be a violet,
but feels conflicted.

(Thanks to Kristina Rebelo for the use of her photograph.)

No longer straight-laced,
They have, no doubt, lost their soles …

When work boots go bad.

(Thanks to Kristina Rebelo for the use of her photograph.)


Double haiku:
Her heart cringed when she
found some old love letters, but
forgot who wrote them.

The letters revealed
the seeds of a broken heart;
harvester unknown.

tanka haiku:

Clinging to her form,
the diaphanous gown made
her ethereal.

As she stood in the moonlight,
she glowed with Love’s own glory.

Ha, ha, ha, it’s Spring!
The lap-dogs of Winter are
in retreat! Hoo-ray!!

(Thanks to Kristina Rebelo for the use of her photograph.)

Save the Date! 

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4 Responses to A Warmly Spring-like Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

  1. trkingmomoe says:

    Boo Hoo….No catagories. My heart is breaking. I want everyone to read you . Well I am going to reblog you to my blog.

    • mrsmith2 says:

      You mean I have to do this category thing every week? LOL Okay, let me go categorize my latest blog.

      • trkingmomoe says:

        Yup…I am still in the process of doing it to all my posts to fit in my menu. I have noticed that readers now take time to look at other posts of mine. I think that is because I am getting the site better organized. LOL…I hate housekeeping and keeping things cleaned up. LOL

        I love the picture of your grand mother. You write such beautiful thoughts.

  2. trkingmomoe says:

    Reblogged this on Trkingmomoe's Blog and commented:
    It is Friday night and it is time for some Haiku from Mr. Smith. Enjoy.

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