Day 251: Blast from the past

I found this written on a piece of notebook paper dated 8/29/08:

Life with phobias
Like sharing a small chair with
A large porcupine

It's a deviation from my usual haiku themes, but I like it. Plus, anyone with a debilitating, life-governing phobia will understand exactly what I mean.

Day 250: Bombardment

Chubby-faced boys hurl
Snowballs at the B16
The driver just sighs

I get the sense that this happens to him a lot.

Day 249: Camouflage

A brown paper bag
Hides your giant can of beer
But not very well

Come on, you can do better than that. If you really want to distract your fellow subway riders from that illicit 40, carry a five-foot tall staff with a roach clip shaped like a dragon on the end (something that I have seen on the subway; unfortunately, I was unable to come up with a haiku that really captured the moment).

Day 248: Dusk in the Park

The serenity
Of a vast frozen lake meets
A violet sky

Add a soundtrack of cooing ducks, and you've got a rather nice wintry scene.

Day 247: Kids Today

Teenage lips nibble
As eager hands grope and paw
When did I get old?

Day 246: Splash

Stoicly we trudge
Plodding through the knee-deep drifts
And fording curb cuts

Some days I wish I had a skiff.

Day 245: Subway Baubles

An ant in amber
Graces your knobby finger
Suspended in time

Day 244: Revisiting an Old Theme

If I can see where
Your tights become control top
Your shorts are too short

I know that I have addressed this issue more than once, but it seemed worth mentioning again because this time it was a guy.

Day 243: Nighttime Walk

Our careful footsteps
Whisper in snowy silence
Breaking winter's spell

I've been jotting down haiku in my day planner, but never quite getting around to posting. Sorry for the accidental hiatus. I'm working to remedy that.