The exercise:
Write two haiku about: the knockout.
I was vaguely tempted to make this month's visit to Mejaran be in haiku form (since I admittedly forgot all about it until g2 reminded me in the comments), but I really want it to be a year full of prose for that place.
So tomorrow it shall be. Get ready.
In other news, game four of the Canucks opening round series went tonight. Not terribly surprisingly, their season is now over and their fans get to pretend, once more, that next year will bring better results.
In other other news, Max turned 6 months old today. Not sure how that happened already.
Mine:
I lowered my guard
at the worst possible time;
good morning, doctor.
* * *
So much promise, gone.
Hopes dashed, expectations smashed.
One more wasted year.
I think I like your first haiku better today, as it brings a smile to my face. Oh, and happy demianniversary Max!
ReplyDeleteThe knockout
She rated a nine
But her punch rated thirteen
Black eyes must suit me.
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His chess was knockout,
His opponents were better,
He cries in the hall.
Ana the boxer
ReplyDeleteDislikes pretty girl fighters.
Crushed nose in the ring
His wife’s dad taught him
To shoot. His wife’s a knockout
And so’s his daughter
Knocking out doors and
Breaking down walls, gettin’ rid
Of ‘hood. calm, love, peace.
Greg - and thanks for returning the favor, as your first also made me smile :)
ReplyDeleteMo - ooh, a bonus haiku! Thank you :D
I think your first is my fav this week.