1829. the shirt off his back



The Following are Haiku by Frank

i give you my shirt
no need to reciprocate
tommy is plenty 
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tommy decks our halls
with meow looks of jolly
no need for holly
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tommy was a cat
but was way much more than that
just ask dan the man
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dan the man can paint
go take a look at tom cat
no more proof than that
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once tommy has gone
walls will never be the same
he brings so much joy

As I was setting up my art exhibit at Spring Mill Pointe senior community a few days ago I met Frank and his wife Bonnie. When I first talked with them  I was immediately touched by their friendliness and cheerfulness.  Frank was wearing an awesome pink Hawaiian type shirt that really caught my eye.  Each time he passed through the exhibit area I commented on his shirt and I said I’d swap him a painting for  the shirt. We had lots of chuckles with the back and forth. Well last evening was the opening night of my exhibit and also the “Meet The Artist” event. Frank approached me with a paper bag and he handed it to me. In the bag was the pink shirt and a page of 5 haiku that he wrote about Tommy the cat. He informed me that he had read some of my haiku and that he has been a haiku writer since high school, amassing volumes of his own poems.  We hugged and both talked about how amazing that we both wrote haiku as if we were meant to meet and be friends. I am very grateful and honored by Frank’s generosity and kindness. It made my night so very special.  Thank you so much Frank. I am proud to have you and Bonnie as my friends. 🦊❤️

1828. clouds in the sky

 

billowing dark clouds
so ominously looming
tomorrow… sunny 🦊❤️

Clouds, even the absence of clouds, are a constant reminder that now is now and later will be later.  Clouds come and go as they please and will accept no help in how they paint the sky. They just want us to look at them with awe. 🦊❤️

1827. don’t be a sponge

 

it’s all background noise
that we attach ourselves to
we get lost in it 🦊❤️

The “news” of the day is ever clamoring in our ears and flashing before our eyes. There are many versions of  the “news” to tune into. We choose our channels and we absorb it like a sponge does water. We become soaked in it. We are drowned by it.  🦊❤️

1826. not to worry

 

laying on gravel
poppyseed is not fretting
‘bout getting dirty 🦊❤️

We are spending a wonderful weekend with friends at their lake house up north. I spend as much time marveling at the scenery as I do watching their two dogs Griff and Poppyseed just being dogs. While they both have their little quirks, they are gloriously absent of worry about senseless concerns. They are “lucky dogs”. 🦊❤️