The other day I had time to kill while waiting for students and having written my very first haiku ever(posted over at cafe crem) I sat on a bench in the town centre and wrote a few more…
#1
Sunshine, no showers
Sandals, trainers, flip-flops
High heels or flat sole?
#2
Sun on chilled skin
Breeze tangles my wild hair
I wait in street
#3
Sore feet, blistered toes
Too tight trainers, my bad!
Putting feet up soon
#4
Present for my mum
New sketchbook for me, yippee!
Shopping now over with
# 5
I sit writing stuff
Killing time, I wait to live
When will life begin?
#6
White clouds, blue sky too
Sheep on azure field grazing
Watch out all below!
Zen and the Art of Tightrope Walking 
I likes numbers 2 and 6.
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Thank you Pugs!!
I had fun writing them; it’s kind of relaxing getting your message over in 17 syllables. Better than Twitter anyway!!
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These are fun to read, Viv! They paint a very clear picture of how your day was going 🙂 I could relate to all of them.
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the week just got worse and worse… by Thursday I was ready to phone in sick!! I went right off the French, let’s just put it like that; you just can’t please some people!!!
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Now about that “waiting to live,” haiku … life has begun and is in process. Killing time is killing “self.” Even in the moments of boredom there is something “present” that is worth investing time, energy and self.
Yes, I can see how the haiku bug has caught you. It does let go. But, like any exotic disease, it comes back like a relapse, to haunt your soul.
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I couldn’t agree more about the whole killing time thing; I have had a poem hovering in my mind for ages about killing time and finding the murderer.
It’s just a phrase, though, though it did reflect quite aptly how I was feeling that day, of how utterly pointless my existence felt that day. The group I was working with were demanding AND ungrateful, a combination that is uncomfortable to work with.
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