Paul David Mena was born in New York and now lives in Wayland, Massachusetts, where he works as a computer professional in the financial industry. He has been writing haiku since 1992, has published three chapbooks and has contributed to numerous haiku journals, both on-line and traditional.
Website: haikupoet.com
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Too often I’ve accidently given inaccurate directions. I should really stop “helping” people.
I’m surprised there aren’t more responses to this charmingly funny haiku. First there is the usual melancholy evoked by the word ‘twilight’, promptly followed by the comical image of Mr. Mena’s offering his eager but wrong directions. Just like Jason, “Too often I’VE accidently given inaccurate directions. I should really stop “helping” people.” Embarrassing (but funny)
Oh! this is very common here in Mexico City. People on the streets sometimes prefer to give wrong directions than say “Excuse me, I really don’t know…”
fran, i’m continually surprised there aren’t more comments, period.
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i, also, give too many erroneous directions; later, feeling somewhat embarrassed, standing there alone.
and yet, how many times, while grocery shopping i’m repeatedly sent down the wrong isle.
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soul searching…
after the storm
finding myself
surrounded by water
Too often I’ve accidently given inaccurate directions. I should really stop “helping” people.
I’m surprised there aren’t more responses to this charmingly funny haiku. First there is the usual melancholy evoked by the word ‘twilight’, promptly followed by the comical image of Mr. Mena’s offering his eager but wrong directions. Just like Jason, “Too often I’VE accidently given inaccurate directions. I should really stop “helping” people.” Embarrassing (but funny)
Oh! this is very common here in Mexico City. People on the streets sometimes prefer to give wrong directions than say “Excuse me, I really don’t know…”
Good ku!
Nostalgic alienation. Only one train for you and it’s sure wrong. Forever.
beautiful and clever ku…
Thank you for the kind comments. This actually happened to me a few months ago at Back Bay Station in Boston. It was an accident – I promise!
fran, i’m continually surprised there aren’t more comments, period.
–
i, also, give too many erroneous directions; later, feeling somewhat embarrassed, standing there alone.
and yet, how many times, while grocery shopping i’m repeatedly sent down the wrong isle.
–
soul searching…
after the storm
finding myself
surrounded by water
Really enjoyed this train haiku, look forward to seeing more. You’re certainly on the right lines. ;-)