Occasionally I like to write haiku… or haikus… or is it haiki? Anyway, here’s my life in a few 17-syllable poems:
one of those mornings
a crying baby.
i make coffee in my sleep.
is it nap time yet?
a source of all kinds of comfort
lights, fans, fridges, water pumps, and…
spilling from my head,
words pour forth. so much to say.
just short one sylla–
what i’m praying about
giving to others —
am i blessed or just selfish?
struggling with my faith.
Feel free to post your own haiku in the comments. [Ted, I know you’ve got at least one for me.]