it’s overrated,
but still appreciated,
in these hectic lives.

presuppositions,
inevitabilities,
life as we know it.

it would have taken
so much less effort to be
“dad” in name only.

Tags: fathers day, appreciation

self-consumed haiku
will make no observations
to enlighten you.

dreary sky warning
of storms that didn’t arrive;
why’d I stay inside?

causing you pain
was never the way
i meant this to play

wracking my brain
like high rises sway
bring doubt and dismay

wonder today
how futures will change
if plans fall away

i shoulder blame
if ever we wane
for i feel the same

pulling words along,
just hoping they won’t notice,
I don’t have a clue.

for those who won’t see
the ripples from their kindness,
mindful gratitude.

adherence to fate
spits in the face of free will
and leaves us blameless.

why should we struggle
to quell recurring whims of
insecurity?

running out of thoughts,
the fear of emptiness grips;
need reinforcements.