Not that kind of Woman Haiku

Barn Haikus

In the western field
The old barn stands and echoes
The glowing sunset.

A week of shuffling
Spinning and weaving carrots
Republican wrought.



Headache in the morn
Going through the motions then
Geez. Pants on backwards.

I am getting old
My memory is a mist
But I still persist.

The sky is blue grey.
Brown grey branches
Sway to dawn.

I will never be,
I’m not that kind of woman
Even at sunset.


About Poetry Road/Marty Goes to Mars

Poetry storage, genealogy research and tribute to my grandson with Down Syndrome . Creativity is my outlet--expressions in acrylics, accomplished quilter , doll maker and writer. Please visit my shop sites. Thank you for stopping in!
This entry was posted in Poetry, Spiritwords and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s