Dear Gentle Reader,It's 3WW time, again.
And I've been AWOL, or MIA, for a while.
This week (CLII) the words are fracture, noise, and vanish.
Further, each haiku gets its very own American sentence title.
8:16 am, 6/16/1945, Hiroshima.Fractured atoms searshadows still. Noise vanishes.Then the wails begin.
To Arne, my favourite CERN Doctor/Physicist/Computer Guy.Death(f?) metal--wild noise--rejoices, fractures fear, but...tympani vanish.
Quand la facture arrive et je ne trouve pas ma portefeuille... Merde! Putain!The bill comes, but, (noise!)my wallet has vanished! (sob)Fractured, I wash plates.
Tschuess,
Chris
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8 comments:
hahaha, I feel for you! i once had some "friends" run out on me at dinner, leaving me to pay a bill I couldn't possibly afford. Not a happy scene, believe me!
Nicely done! love the vanishing bits!
Liked all!
blowing over that mug of coffee
Welcome back, my man. I was wondering, out loud, where you'd gone to and was just about to send you an email. Witty as always, my friend.
Cheers, Asleep, Andy, Gautami and Thom
I haven't found time to visit you, and the other players, yet; things have been topsy-turvy, for me, but, I look forward to visiting others.
I really enjoy 3WW and look forward to playing, each week. I feel the loss keenly when I cannot join in the fun.
(Even if I had to stretch the meaning of fractured, this weak, to [weakly] extend it the sense of a broken man, forced to wash dishes to pay for his meal...)
Tschuess,
Chris
Welcome back - again it's a pleasure to read your writes!
Yay!! The Haikuist has returned! I loved the last one for its playfulness and fun, the first for its poignancy.
Your first haiku, chillingly descriptive. I liked that third one too...light and comical.
A fracture in the time loop of our now
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