A Sorta Kinda Haiku & a Sorta Kinda Tanka

Night comes, and
those little yellow flowers
have closed up shop.


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Tufts of green with
those little yellow flowers,
settled in the cracks
between pieces of gray cement--
and people call them weeds!

Some Senryu about What I Feel Like Physically Most of the Time

Exhausted slumping

and slogging and schlumping

day after day.

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Dowager's hump, 

sore throat, brain fog, body aches --

Jealous of me yet?

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Getting horizontal.

Afraid Dowager's hump

will become my schlump.

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My beloved Coffee

cannot help this exhaustion.

Maybe I need meth.

February

 

February,
but through the open window
birdsong. 

Plunk, plunk of dripping...

Plunk, plunk of dripping
into a plastic bucket--
Yay! Home ownership.

For Carol

As the rain drums down,
may the sound lull you to sleep,
silence your worries.

Carol

She rambled a lot
even before she got sick.
Silenced today,
and now I ramble of her
to the tune of rain
and sobs and sniffles.

Taking out the trash... (Tanka)

Taking out the trash--

my neighborhood appears! 

Trees, hills, plants, fresh air!

It's beautiful out here;

I forget so easily.