A Surrealistic Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:


White House State Dinner
Obama recites haiku …
Where was my invite?

President Obama:  Spring green in friendship
United States and Japan
Nagoyaka ni 
(translation: harmonious feeling)

Obama:  “I am sure that I am the first President ever to recite a haiku at a state dinner. [garbled MrSmith] has nothing to worry about.”


Cherry blossoms bloom
after atom bombs went boom
Nagoyaka … nu?




Upside down I fell
Escalator ‘escapade’
Yelling “HELP” brings cops.

(Okay, a not so minor mishap actually.  The escalators at New York City’s Penn Station are ridiculously fast.  Since I was getting on and off Amtrak trains where there is usually a gap between the train and the platform, I was using two canes for balance.  As I was heading back out to the street level on Sunday, I somehow mis-timed the speed of the escalators and, with my clunky Frankenstein shoes, I lost my balance and fell over backwards on the escalator.  Being blind in one eye and with a fused neck and spine, this was not a good thing, and I knew immediately I was in trouble.  I hit my head on the escalator and took some of the impact with my arms and as I fell, I started screaming for help using my “actor voice”, the one that can be heard all the way to the back of the theater.  Somehow I ended up sitting on my butt, at the top of the escalator. How that was possible, I don’t know.  Fortunately, two cops were there in an instant, and they turned off the escalator and they and a young black man who was just passing by and had witnessed my fall, helped me get back to my feet.  I was a little unsteady at first, but as the police questioned me, I realized that other than an abrasion on my head, I was mostly okay and that going to the ER would be a waste of time.  I thanked the police officers and assured them I could get to the taxi stand under my own power.  The next day of course, I was pretty sore from the encounter, and, in fact, still am.  I am normally very deliberate in my movement and very aware of my safety and don’t put myself in dangerous situations.  It was a surreal moment as I lost my footing and tumbled backward in slow motion, but I did get to see how I would react in a dangerous situation; I am excellent at yelling for “help!” when necessary.  I was a bit upsetting to have this last moment of the trip be the defining one.  The rest of the weekend was a joy and filled with love and family and happiness … except for having to see my ex-brother-in-law for the first time in about 20 years … But that’s another story … 



The trees are sprouting
plastic bags … Recycling
just got confusing.



March to diff’rent drums,
waltz to whimsical cellos,
but just keep moving.

(John Cage performing “Water Walk”on “I’ve Got a Secret” with Gary Moore.)

When TV was young,
And the world more innocent,
it could be surreal.

The world and TV
are no longer innocent
nor young … still surreal.



Panoramic sky
We drive into the future
chasing after clouds.

(The road back from Enola, PA to Philadelphia, PA on Sunday morning.)




tanka haiku:

A wilted flower’s
not a metaphor for your
Life, it’s a warning:

   When you remove yourself from
what nurtures you … Game over.



Swimming with the tide
may take you into oceans
of profound regret.



There were delicate
negotiations, therefore
doilies were called for …



Do not focus on
the follies of your youth, but
how you overcame them.




In the morning’s mist,
the field beyond seemed painted
with watercolors.




My Siamese cat
sits at the window, and stares
at distant mountains.




Eschewing sunsets,
he loved the subtler hues
of mid-afternoon.



Each dusk he watched the
darkening sky’s shifting shades;
blue-ish indigo.



Like a morning rose,
the nurse showed up at daybreak …
and pricked my finger.




In a quiet room,
far from all the excitement,
plans were being made.





The gist of each jest,
(as each guest might have guessed),
was at the host’s behest.




In the marbled foyer,
an arrangement of jasmines
offers us welcome.




His tortured soul found
all measures of contentment
just beyond its reach.




Like sails on schooners,
the bed sheets billowed, still pinned
to the old clothesline.




His heart on his sleeve,
led many folks to believe
he always wore shirts.





Fitful nights will pass.
Sleep will overtake sadness.
A new day will dawn.





When his heart’s desire
bitch-slapped his raison d’être,
his life straightened out.





If you’re struggling
building ships in bottles, go
get bigger bottles.





In the afterglow,
reflect on, then embrace, the
changes the flames wrought.





The look in her eyes
was enough to melt his heart …
and most tupperware.





Strolling through the park,
I can feel my focus shift.
Embracing nature.





There’s a twilight time
between dusk and eve’ning that
nurtures reflection.





Loose litter swirling
through the canyons of midtown;
Urban tumbleweeds.



The sun arrives to
softly muted trumpets and
leaves to violins.

(photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo)







A rusty Ford coupe
waits for the right person to
find and restore her.

(photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo)





Vows freely given
reaffirm a world of hope
with promises kept.




Rhapsodic Romance;
our souls dance joyfully to
our heart’s cantatas.



 When  two hearts in love
decide to pledge their troth, all
heaven’s doors open.




The beauty of vows
forsaking all others; parts
love and devotion.




When poets can twirl
literary lariats,
they’re soon laureates.

of Life’s complexities makes
easy answers hard.

Tucked in his wallet
was a photo from his youth
of a secret love.
Enjoying the shade,
of a leafy maple tree;
ladybugs and me.
tanka haiku:
When our old dog died,
There was no reason for us
to keep his chew toys.
   But we did. And even now
   they lie on the floor … hoping.


A tall vase full of
happy yellow daffodils
assuages anger.
tanka haiku:
Why defy the wind?
Or swim against the tide? Why
make things so damned hard?
   There’s but one answer to this …
    It is the path that I’m on.

This is the Future
that you dreamed about while you
sat in Study Hall.
Flowery bouquets,
made the room seem less dreary.
and soaked up her tears.


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