Tuesday November 27th, 2012

The exercise:

Write two haiku about: touch.

Took Max in to the health office here in town to check his weight this afternoon. The scale confirmed what our eyes have been telling us: we've got a growing boy on our hands here.

After entering the world just about three weeks ago (... seriously?) at 7 pounds, 12 ounces, our little champ now tips the scales at 8 pounds, 4 ounces.

He is already a workout to lift up in the air. I suppose this will only get more difficult.

Mine:

His fingers trace the
place that brings his mind comfort:
kind notes from lost loves.

*     *     *

Lights out, tender kiss
full of promise up until
a tiny toe tap.

3 Comments:

Greg said...

I've not heard of benchpressing babies as a work-out routine, but if it works you could try selling it! People buy much stranger things that work far less well....
Sounds like you're all doing pretty well though, and that's good!
I like your first haiku better today for its sense of poignancy, but the second one sounds like how you know it'll be a sleepless night :)

Touch
The phone screen is so
Sensitive it pocket dials
All his now ex-friends

--------
Lose your sense of touch:
Never carry anything
Confidently now.

writebite said...

touch

brand new skin like silk
soft as a baby's bottom
literrally true

only one today

Marc said...

Greg - that subtle, simple change in the final line to 'ex-friends' instead of simply 'friends' wins the day for me this week :)

Writebite - it's ridiculous how soft baby skin is. Never realized just how true that saying was until now.