Tuesday July 21st, 2015

The exercise:

Write two haiku about: the labourer.

We had a fairly small harvest for local orders this morning, but we still had to pick all the blackberries (any leftover after local orders goes to the bakery and this week that ended up being 17 pounds worth). But we got it all done before lunch, so that was good.

This afternoon I delivered to the bakery, spent some time keeping an eye on Max playing with his cousin, and then put together the orders for pickup. Once everything was collected and paid for we went back to Kat's parents house for dinner (hamburgers, salad, and corn on the cob) and more playtime for the cousins.

Now I am sleepy as hell and ready for bed. Not ready for couch. Do you hear me, body? Bed.


Sweating for the man
with the money in his hand,
focused on his son

*     *     *

Cleaning toilets in
the White House while making plans
to take things over


Greg said...

That sounds like it might define a canonical day for you: work, children, food, and trying not to fall asleep on the couch :)
I think I like your second haiku better today, for its sinister tones. The first one is a little more touching, I suppose, but I'm in the mood to cut the hands off things trying to touch me :)

The labourer
Summer bakes the earth,
Hard labour builds a new road;
Our deaths mark its end.


Very close now, PUSH!
Easter brings rain, and a child,
Labour of true love.

[The acrostic suits the first haiku better than the second unless you've got particularly bad health insurance...]

Anonymous said...

Day in and day out,
He gets up before the sun.
The bread must be won.

Muscles are bursting,
Straining under the pressure.
Needs a new union.

Marc said...

Greg - yeah, I think you might be right. Sadly.

Really like your first one, but the potential tie in between the acrostic and your second one is... quite something!

Ivy - really like the rhyme in your first one, but the two haiku work so well together it's hard to pick a favorite. Nice work!