i blow my nose on
my sleeve
resolving
( nothing )
to be cheerful
( soon )
.
haiku
Category Archives: Nose
world of quiets
nose to nose
on a
bridge toes
to the
edge
not quite
kissing
world quiets
.
haiku
fine art & hours
will you whittle your
hours
away in our arms
noses pressed
in books
.
haiku
team dad
his favourite sport
was one-fingered
in front of the telly
when no-one was watching
it was thought
the private sport
of extracting dried snot
from his double-barrelled slot
for rolling into bullets
to flick into the carpet
was after-dinner entertainment
.
enough!
.
i catch myself in the intimate act
in odd moments discreetly
plumping for ugly pearls
to tuck into tissue paper
for later
.
gotta laugh!
.
.
not a haiku
.
ps. i may or may not have picked this up from my dad…..
.
btw april 15 2021
think about a small habit you picked up from one of your parents, and then to write a piece that explores an early memory of your parent engaged in that habit, before shifting into writing about yourself engaging in the same habit.
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