MICHIGAN PUEBLO part iii

snow shower —
a plate of fries
drenched in salt

snow shower —
i am drowned in it
spilt salt

snowflakes —
at finger tips
salted fries

noticing
the weight of snowflakes
poured salt

such an accumulation
of sunshine…
squeezed mustard

golden sunset
drips down…
squeezed mustard

sun on the horizon…
a dollop of mustard
rises

evening sun
sitting for a while…
a dollop of mustard

dwindling sunshine
the mustard drips slowly
from the bottle

dappled sunlight
a long burst of mustard
from the bottle

PUEBLO MICHIGAN

Dear reader(s), I would like to introduce to you a new series in regards to my workplace observations. And let me tell you that there are many observations to be had in just one daily shift. Keep in mind reader(s), that I can work anywhere from eight to twelve hours in just one day. To many, a twelve hour work-shift is nothing. To a 41 year old who has just returned to the workforce after nearly a twenty-year medical hiatus, these hours are brutal, especially to my feet and sometimes, swollen ankles.

Pueblo, Michigan is half of a full truth. I am not going to inform you, reader(s) of my exact working location, but I am willing to say it is in the state of Michigan, obviously as the title implies. And like any workplace of this world, this place has its daily dramas, tantrums and other lively forms of visual entertainments that could be enjoyed by some and or make disgusted by the others.

To avoid legal issues, not that there should be any legal issues, this eye-witnessing observer is changing names and or deleting them completely. I too shall use metaphors when possible to explain my observation(s). Now keep in mind, that some events shall be modified to avoid any exaggerated experience (though not much by the stretch of the human understanding) or perhaps just the opposite to show some levity and or brevity of an experience endured.

If you are still interested in my daily activities, I ask you to follow along of this new series. Note also that not all these experiences or activities had shall be posted the day of. My work-hours are long, my energy wanes. Still, I am hoping to share this part of my life with you.

Sincerely,
Madasahatter

into a bowl
a waitress scoops
day moons

vanilla ice cream
so many scoops come
in the shape of a day moon

day moon
ordering vanilla ice cream
at the restaurant

105 Days And Counting

May 09, 2022…

Topic of Haiku – Dandelions & Sunshine

sinking sun
when the dandelion rises
amazingly straight

dandelions—
still some stars remain
grounded

late dandelions
the sunlight reaches
one after another

winter dandelions
standing askew
shining, shining

hot sunrise
May dandelion
upright in a breeze

rising sun
through blades of grass
blooming dandelion

starry night
dandelions bend at an angle
wherever they bloom

plucked dandelions
the light of stars
starts waning

dandelions
so many stars fallen
from the sky




Work Observations Part II…

What is time to the working servicing class? What is enjoyment of the mass consuming horde? I do hope you, dear reader(s) are enjoying these little delights as much as I have relish in creating them. 😉

full moon…
it is a lump
of cooked rice
upon a dinner plate

crooked moon…
a bag of rice
boils

moon viewing…
floating slowly
a bag of boiling rice

boiled eggs
being scooped
phases of the moon

phases of the moon
I add croutons
to the salad

snowflakes…
between baby’s fingers
cooked rice

April snow
cooked rice squeezed
in baby’s hands (7a)

warm snow
squeezed in baby’s hands
cooked rice (7b)

avalanche
a service dog eyes
spilt milk

spilt milk
rushes down the bottle’s edge
avalanche

April Work Observations

Oh, the poetic things and creative epic events one can observe while working 12 hours or more during a busy weekend shift. As a reflection of my weekly work schedule, lets say that time truly is but a blur when the world about you is rushing by in serving foods, packaging foods and finally, consuming foods to oneself and to others, obviously. 😉


gazing at
a lump of cooked rice
full moon

snowball
a lump of cooked rice
in a baby’s hands

snowflakes
a split bag of rice
spills over

full moon—
white dinner plates
being piled up

moon viewing—   
boiled rice rises
then slips down

dinner plates
being piled up…
moonrise

full moon I pour a cup of milk

full moon to eat a boiled egg

APRIL SURPRISES part ii…

72 hours until May 01, 2022. 72 hours and what do I see?! Snow!? Blinding snow! Wet snow. Freezing to the touch -snow!? I say blah’ to the last of 2022, late winter’s snow. And with this late winter’ snow, here are a few last minute Winter Haiku.

winter moon
the slow close
of a scrapped poem

falling snow ―
desert horses
charge down the riverbank

7 am
late winter’s snow
on the rooftops

unexpected snow…
scrapped poems
rearrange themselves

April Surprises…

On April 20, 2022, of this year, obviously, I took a New Year’s walk with my little love, Lola. She is nearly 14 years old this October 2022. Anyway, before our daily walks, since there is no rain, I was allowed by Mother Nature to make the following observations of my Lola and other natural things, during and after our daily walks. I hope you, reader(s) enjoy the happiness and surprises that we encountered on that day. If I had my camera in hand, I would have taken a quick photo, but of course, the snake in its travels, moved swifter than I could. 😉

before our walk…

teacup chihuahua
the sunshine is ahead
of the sunrise

teacup chihuahua
her shiny coat
ahead of the sunshine

sunshine—
teacup chihuahua
a sunny spot moves
around the apartment

during our walk…

sunrise
a gardener snake
rises itself from the grass

sunrise—
as the gold snake rises
from the grass

the gardener snake rises
suddenly, swiftly
april sunrise

after our walk…

sunshine
my chihuahua rests
on the sofa

sunshine—
sleepy chihuahua
stays in bed sulking
for a short while

sleeping chihuahua…
where a soft light shines
peeking
from the blankets

105 Days And Counting

April 20, 2022…

Topic of Haiku – Writing Poems

writing, writing, writing
it’s like watching
soaring kites

manuscripts—
making snowballs
then letting them fly

paper balloons
I know they wont keep
scrapped poems

spring snowflakes—
if I could catch them
tossed poems

snowflakes
with spring warmth—
tossed poems

cloudless sky
when scrapped poems fall
from my hand

spring clouds
scrapped poems
start to crumble

snowballs—
tossed poems
being piled up

105 Days And Counting

April 19, 2022…

Topic of Haiku – April Fool’s Day

fresh snow
after I see off
April Fool’s Day

19 days later
snow on the earth
April Fool’s Day

April Fool’s Day
snow accumulating
19 days later

grass buds shooting up—
colder than snow
April Fool’s Day

there are roses
where snow falls
April Fool’s Day

blooming tulips
the sighting of raging flames—
April Fool’s Day

snow falls
it falls rather than
raindrops
April Fool’s Day

April blizzard—
days without
reading or writing Haiku

night snow
on the ground
April Fool’s Day

April snow—
the colors of spring
change suddenly