salsa jars
so many volcanos
waiting to erupt
awaited eruption
a bot of salsa
leans forward
salsa
all filled jars
are like volcanos
volcanic rush…
trying not to spill
the salsa jar
from the bottle
fresh salsa spills
hot lava
salsa jars
so many volcanos
waiting to erupt
awaited eruption
a bot of salsa
leans forward
salsa
all filled jars
are like volcanos
volcanic rush…
trying not to spill
the salsa jar
from the bottle
fresh salsa spills
hot lava
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
April 12, 2022…
Topic of Haiku – Lies
lies and truths
in depth of one day
snow accumulations (1a)
lies and truth
in the depth of one day
accumulated snow (1b)
colorful lies
as many as the number
of spring flowers
autumn deepens
so too
number of the lies
depth of snow
old lies come
in the number of flakes (4a)
depth of snow
all lies come
in the number of flakes (4b)
avalanche —
old lies
suddenly pile ups
deepening winter
their number increases…
old lies (6a)
deepening winter
their number increases…
all lies (6b)
avalanche as many lies as many old lies as new lies
*100 days, possible 105 days until my 42nd birthday. I am trying to see how many new Haiku I can accumulate before the big day. 😉