10 Haiku, 1 Tanka

If you like yourself

I ask you; please raise your hand -

for you, not for me

Ego deflated

A ball that was not played with,

pain of stages skipped

Others make us sad.

Is that really possible

Or is it just me?

"Think. Create. Record."

My Gibson journal's motto,

Good words to recall.

It's not you, it's me

I am easily shaken

Highly sensitive

Some things just don't change

And you can't expect them to

She is a smoker

Why Did G-d Create The Rainbow?

Give me some black and

give me some white, everything

then will be answered

Sad Person Spreads Joy

James Taylor seems kind of sad

almost any time

We each struggle with

the prospect of letting go,

in some kind of form.

Culture everywhere;

In a casino lobby

there's a museum.

Frank Sinatra sounds

like he'd rather be elsewhere

whenever he sings

I wonder what's the appeal;

the unattainable charm?