La vie décousue

This is a haiku about my favour­ite stuffed dog called Woof Woof. He’s been with me for over 23 years

Bald patches grow­ing
Ancient seams unrav­el­ling
Etern­ally dear.

Rem­nants of beauty
Deeply hid­den beneath snow
Cruel mir­ror of truth
Des­per­ate striv­ing to reclaim
That which will never return.

Golden hair shin­ing
Hid­den, for­got­ten, unseen
Locked in a tower

Sweet, sour, juicy
Kal­eido­scope of choices
Cit­rus times are here.

Daily record­ings
Redis­cov­er­ing old friends
How far can we go?

Sin­is­ter buzz­ing
Sting­ing and sound of slap­ping
Mos­qui­toes feasting.

Well, here we are in a new year. I hope you’ve been enjoy­ing my recent flurry of posts. How long will it keep up? Well, let’s not make any promises…

My love for writ­ing inane things has recently re-awakened, so here’s a haiku to express what many of us prob­ably feel through­out January.

Muscles on fire
Tor­ren­tial sweat pour­ing down
Scales refuse to budge

Look­ing for­ward to another year in a ran­dom life.