#170

An amazing thing

From a very distant last,

Brawn is the phoenix.

#169

It’s quite ironic

I write one haiku per day,

Same visit number.

*** It’s true. I write one haiku (almost) every day and the average number of visitors is about one per day. Should I continue? Hmm. (self-pity ends here) ***

#168

Just one week to go

Until the great grand prix show,

Slaves are devotees.

#167

The minimal art

of white on black on more white,

Life is rarely such.

#166

Reminiscing now

Shades from the past drift about,

Between that and this.

#165

Shadow on the heart

One mistep and the world mourns,

Memory remains.

*** On the sad news of the death of Natasha Richardson, this day ***

#164

Facebook and Twitter

Smaller and smaller our world,

Tentacles of thought.

#163

Taken for a ride

By those devoid of conscience,

Peck at the spilled grain.

#162

You are the scalpel

I am the soul there revealed,

Soft excavation.

#161

Spooky, spooky day

Watch the black cat walking by,

Friends, you have been warned!

*** HAPPY FRIDAY 13TH ***