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
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!
ReplyDeleteNicely done! love the vanishing bits!
ReplyDeleteLiked all!
ReplyDeleteblowing 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.
ReplyDeleteCheers, Asleep, Andy, Gautami and Thom
ReplyDeleteI 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!
ReplyDeleteYay!! The Haikuist has returned! I loved the last one for its playfulness and fun, the first for its poignancy.
ReplyDeleteYour first haiku, chillingly descriptive. I liked that third one too...light and comical.
ReplyDeleteA fracture in the time loop of our now