A progressive haiku about noise

Ape-house at the zoo…

A great family outing:

screams, snot, candy floss.

Enjoying the garden…

Teenagers’ windows open,

loud music thumping.

Footballers swearing…

A Sunday stroll in the park

on the day of rest.

Walking on the Downs…

Free tickets to the air show,

mobiles ringing.

Reflecting on ears…

The miracle of hearing

and the art of quiet.

I dedicate this progressive haiku to one devoted dad who snatches moments from parenthood and cleaning sticky noses to write haiku and experimental fiction at graphitebunny.wordpress.com

Author: Sarah Potter Writes

Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between. View all posts by Sarah Potter Writes

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