Wassup? (Haiku)

 

Not what you have done

Not what you're planning to do 

It's what you're doing

The Unseen (Haiku)

 

If you can't see it

It does not mean it's not there

On land and on sea.

Buried in the ground

Forgotten from time gone by

Sunk in the deep sea.

It is there.

All those ships that sank in the ocean, are sitting there.  We don't see them, don't think about them, but they are there just the same.  The same is true of our actions.  They happened, some we'd like to forget but they are there just the same.

Type Reversion (Haiku)

 

Whenever there's a situation wherein the course of events is not as we anticipated, we revert back to behaviors and expressions that have either been impressed upon us or that we have adopted with some success.  These are not always the most productive.  This Haiku suggests that if this is recognized and behavior is managed, more productive results will ensue.

We revert to type

In aggravated moments.

Can that be altered?

Is it decision?

Or totally reflexive?

Hope for the former.

If it's decision

It can in fact be altered

Become what you want.

Do or Die (Haiku)

Philosophy often shapes human lives despite its inability to be proven or measured. Ideas born from emotion or belief can guide nations, divide communities, or define identity. This haiku sequence reflects on the strange power of subjective thought — and the human vulnerability that allows opinion to become truth.

Ah, philosophy

Entirely subjective

Cannot be disproved

It can be agreed

It is not scientific

Accepted or not

Yet life and death

Have hinged on philosophy

Merely opinion

A human mind flaw

Emotional acceptance

Agree or your out

Love is Blind (Haiku)

A scene that we often see, one would think that animals are not judgmental.  Often a touching sight to see.

A homeless person

With a  dog walking beside.

Can we love like that?

Flops? (Haiku)

 

Not a comedy

Our life as we're living it

Not a tragedy

Often, while it is happening, our lives seem less exciting than stage and screen.  Then, in retrospect, it comes into focus.

A Case of a Relationship Disintegrating

Here is the story... "You are their Eddie." My daughter's words to me one day in the past.  She meant the detested one. She was referring to me and the sisters.  It rang true then, and it still does. 

Yet there are ties to the family, some inexplicable.  A nephew, in their family, assisted my mother and father when they had to dispose of a less than desirable house in a transitioning neighborhood.  Then, that same nephew took a job with the funeral home that we used for my mother's funeral.  He took the job a few days before my mom died and left it a short time after.  He orchestrated the whole affair, the visitation in the rear of the church, the funeral mass, and that her body was interred in Calvary Cemetery as we had planned.  Then there was a niece, who was assisted by us in getting on with her life.

The envy, jealousy, and hatred engendered by the sisters has hardened over time.  Methinks there is no going back on this one.  I am sure that Carola's demise, should it come before mine, will be the end of any contact with them or their families.  It doesn't matter to me.  I recognize the situation for what it is.  Their father had no sons; I was the son he never had.  He extolled me and my accomplishments to them, to the point that it had a detrimental effect on them, especially the other son-in-law.

Then, after his death, their mother descended into grief and then dementia. She moved in with the middle daughter.  In spite of the fact that they had home health care provided, for personal care and health assessments, and that there were six, able adults living in the locality, they felt that we were remiss in helping. Even though we were three hours and 180 miles away.

Maybe we could have done more, maybe we didn't express enough admiration and gratitude.  I know Carola had it on her mind.  Well, we can't go back and I don't see any way forward, that I want to pursue in any case.

Our kids and theirs are not on the best of terms.  Although we've all been affected by it, there are different stories.  Our oldest has been more conscientious about keeping up with them but I think the other two have, more or less, written it off.  C'est la vie.