Nap
I wish I could nap
I didn’t go to pre-school
I never learned how
Fortunately, it’s something you can learn at any age!
I’ll have to research it. I don’t know if any of my family naps either. Definitely my parents did not. I will ask on the our family chat.
Good one!😄
I say I don't nap
But I do savasana
With my cat on top.
fleetingly, we drift
between the chaos and peace
like boats on water
the clouds fill the sky
the day suddenly grows dark
the sun is napping
I’m in wilderness
Aware of being alone
Most days after lunch
My head gets heavy as lead
Off I go to bed
Drifting like a cloud
That oblivious feeling
Suddenly a bark!
nap when your child does
he is still and angelic
i just want to stare
~jcw
napping is healing,
sometimes I can, but I wake
disoriented.
Close my eyes and breathe
Siesta in the warm sun
Back to work again
The space in a blink
Time travel actualized.
What have I found now?
The recliner's fault
How lovingly it holds me
And I am grateful
about to nod off
some meetings do that to me
roll on five o’clock
This is in fact not a haiku, but a senryu
Yes, you are correct, as are most of my verses. But if I had named the Substack “The Senryu Garden”, fewer people would know what I meant. :)
I myself very often use Japanese poetic forms (haiku, senryu, tanka, kyoka, rensaku). They compel me to write (in Dutch) precisely and concisely.
I also enjoy the various length strictures of flash fiction. Makes for good discipline.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Senry%C5%AB
Church pews echo snores
Sermons summon sleeping sins
Flames of hell burn bright
FTG🧡
I wish I could nap
I didn’t go to pre-school
I never learned how
Fortunately, it’s something you can learn at any age!
I’ll have to research it. I don’t know if any of my family naps either. Definitely my parents did not. I will ask on the our family chat.
Good one!😄
I say I don't nap
But I do savasana
With my cat on top.
fleetingly, we drift
between the chaos and peace
like boats on water
the clouds fill the sky
the day suddenly grows dark
the sun is napping
I’m in wilderness
Aware of being alone
Most days after lunch
My head gets heavy as lead
Off I go to bed
Drifting like a cloud
That oblivious feeling
Suddenly a bark!
nap when your child does
he is still and angelic
i just want to stare
~jcw
napping is healing,
sometimes I can, but I wake
disoriented.
Close my eyes and breathe
Siesta in the warm sun
Back to work again
The space in a blink
Time travel actualized.
What have I found now?
The recliner's fault
How lovingly it holds me
And I am grateful
about to nod off
some meetings do that to me
roll on five o’clock
This is in fact not a haiku, but a senryu
Yes, you are correct, as are most of my verses. But if I had named the Substack “The Senryu Garden”, fewer people would know what I meant. :)
I myself very often use Japanese poetic forms (haiku, senryu, tanka, kyoka, rensaku). They compel me to write (in Dutch) precisely and concisely.
I also enjoy the various length strictures of flash fiction. Makes for good discipline.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Senry%C5%AB
Church pews echo snores
Sermons summon sleeping sins
Flames of hell burn bright
FTG🧡