library cafe –
we swap lost key stories
as my coffee cools
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Alan Summers
Alan's haiku and poetry is published in over 60 anthologies, and a number of languages. He regularly reads, performs, and workshops from venues as diverse as possible including shop windows; inner city rainforests; cliff tops; to the more orthodox places...on occasion. His website is: http://www.withwords.org.uk
Contact: alan at withwords dot org dot uk
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Sometimes a haiku reads as very genuine. You feel the moment really happened and has not been forced for effect. This is one of those.
Thanks for your fun comments! It’s great to see a haiku click with people because we know the experience ourselves directly! ;-)
library cafe –
we swap lost key stories
as my coffee cools
The lady who runs the café lost her City Council keys that day and I was telling her my stories too. She never found them, and they had security i.d. on them, so maybe one day they will turn up!
alan, i had to sign in on the “lost keys”. these days, after many trying moments of “where are those keys”, i thought i had the perfect solution; placing them by the door. albeit my thoughts revert to the places i’d absentmindedly placed them previously; those are the places i look first.
–
admiring the moon–
car lock clicks
with keys inside
I still have fond memories of locking myself out of a rental car just outside Malibu. I had to spend most of the day by a Women’s Open Prison waiting for a locksmith. It was a sunny day and everyone was really nice. ;-)
Sometimes a haiku reads as very genuine. You feel the moment really happened and has not been forced for effect. This is one of those.
Ah, the golden moments of life.
I will remember that one. Thanks!
Alan, I’m sorry, I simply cannot -remember- that conversation! Have you seen -my- keys_?
_M
nice!
Hi Alan,
Your imagery has a beautiful flow with a nice conclusion!
Good work!
_kala
nice to wee your work here again Alan!
i wish you the best with all you have going on…
he fumbles
for the right key
piano tuner
where will the key be found
never under the front mat
upons life’s journey
Alan I might have your keys:
moon illusion
as I look for my lost key,
someone else’s keys
Nice one, Alan!
And I love the comments…
a dilemma we can all relate to!
;)
Lary
Thanks for your fun comments! It’s great to see a haiku click with people because we know the experience ourselves directly! ;-)
library cafe –
we swap lost key stories
as my coffee cools
The lady who runs the café lost her City Council keys that day and I was telling her my stories too. She never found them, and they had security i.d. on them, so maybe one day they will turn up!
Alan,
Great one. I actually couldn’t find my keys today, and thought of your haiku.
heat wave —
I look for my keys
in the refrigerator
Collin
Did you find them there? I have to leave my keys nowadays in my trouser pocket so there is no way I can forget them anymore! ;-)
Hope you found your’s nice n’cool.
Thanks for all of the comments and that it sparked a connection with everyone.
alan, i had to sign in on the “lost keys”. these days, after many trying moments of “where are those keys”, i thought i had the perfect solution; placing them by the door. albeit my thoughts revert to the places i’d absentmindedly placed them previously; those are the places i look first.
–
admiring the moon–
car lock clicks
with keys inside
Thanks b.m.!
I still have fond memories of locking myself out of a rental car just outside Malibu. I had to spend most of the day by a Women’s Open Prison waiting for a locksmith. It was a sunny day and everyone was really nice. ;-)