Shadow Footprints

Haiku Tuesday is the day twitter gets a lot of haiku tweets.

My tweets today:

Forgot my ipod
Must listen to city life
Pleasantly surprised

Wanting Friday drinks
Oh dear, it's only Tuesday
Maybe a pub lunch

Lunchtime. I wander
Outside, in crisp winter air.
A drink not needed.

Seven days too long
A Firstin order online
Lost in the ether

Darkness closing in
A full day at the office
Time to go home

I've always enjoyed this poem by Robert Frost.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

I've always felt I walk a different path from those around me. It was due to no conscious choice, it just happened.

Very moving.

Stop all the Clocks

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one:
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H Auden

Found

My goatee grows long
I trim it short, now and then
Bonsai on my chin