Expressing a glimpse into my inner thoughts through haiku.
We begrudge the baby nothing, but it would be nice if both of use could get some sleep overnight at the same time.
The wave of September is crashing. Soon enough I’ll come up for air.
A stressful weekend. Much anguish, aggravation. Had no time to write. It’s amazing how two days of high stress, and no time to reflect, can be expressed in seventeen syllables.
It’s been a long week, and there isn’t any real space for breath in sight. So I offer this haiku. Today, I’m tired. I’m in the way of the world. Weary, I trudge on.
Still sick, so I decided to write a haiku about how I’m feeling. I love sabbath rest, but being ill is not restful. There’s so much to do. Family, writing, and work. Can’t do it. I’m sick.