The exercise:
Write two haiku which take place on: the construction site.
Because our living room is always a construction site these days. Even Miles is starting to get in on the act.
Took a trip to the Model Railroad Museum with Nicky this morning and it was enjoyed by all. Mostly Max, but also Nicky as it was her first time there.
Nicky had to leave for the airport after lunch, which of course felt far too soon. These visits always go too fast.
Max had his second swimming lesson this afternoon and Kat told me he did great. Which was a relief after he started going on and on about how he didn't want to go this morning.
Because of course he did.
Mine:
He cusses with the
best of them, while silently
writing poetry
* * *
Dig it out, pour it
in, and over and over
and over again...
2 comments:
You have kids... it's to be expected that you don't the neat and tidy house you did before them :) And it's a good sign really as it means you're encouraging their learning and helping them develop. Max has a theme doesn't he? He starts something and then gets a little scared of it and tried to back out, but actually enjoys it when he's persuaded to continue it. I guess he's going to be a measure-twice cut-once kind of guy when he's older!
I like your first haiku better this week, even though I like the cyclical, undending nature of the second, because of the cognitive dissonance it evokes. Really wonderful :)
The construction site
Interior walls
Bar the way for fun. Open
Up to open plan!
I see concrete set,
Locking me in place. Sorry
Don Corleone...
Greg - ah, I was more referring to all the tools and construction projects that seem to be constantly ongoing in the living room. I've quite given up on neat and tidy by this point!
Yes, I think you've got Max pretty well pegged at this point. I too can seem him becoming the measure-twice type.
Hah, I can just hear your first haiku being spoken aloud (far too enthusiastically) by an upper management sort to the poor employees who wish to retain their cubicles (and privacy).
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