Month end - Haiku

three days balancing,

such time wasted when five years

past, ink will have faded

A different subject from traditional haiku but this week has been nasty. O Calgon take me away and let me create again. We put such burden on ourselves to have a balanced month end but in reality, will it matter in five years. I doubt that but I continue to push myself to have those cells neatly fill themselves and smile when the pluses equate to the negatives.

Canvas - Haiku

another weekend

smothered in white shite and ice

lends to ponderings

ponderings in paint

white banished from the canvas

while I swirled pigments

pigments born from earth

green, cream, auburn, gold and grey

relive gardens life

Encrusted - Haiku

free flowing water

in a snow encrusted creek

carves own formation 

Bitter north winds blow

Bitter north winds blow

scattering the cloak of clouds,

revealing night skies

gown of cosmic crystals

Hhmmm, I could have written a more ethereal verse but for the phone calls.

A quiet night with Celtic radio turned low, wrapped in warm clothes and a steaming nutty tea. Soon after curling into my favourite chair it was evident there would be no peace from outside disturbances.

First off Det. Michael Cooper from CRA warning me I was about to be arrested for a “compromised number”. After his pre-recorded threats outlining the penalties of not calling his number and providing government issued ID, he had the gaul to wish me a *blessed day*. Seriously? How do people fall for such a scam.

After the blue air cleared from cursing I settled once more and not 20 minutes later, the phone rang. ~sigh~ Who knows someone may have passed so I answered with *speak! * Laughter on the other end saying “having a bad day” drew me back to earth. He knows me too well.

So I will revisit this missive and have another go once my head has cleared.