Lone       When everyone’s gone and I’m here all by myself — who will be my friend?  

this post was inspired by the Indecisive Eejit’s recent post, Looking Back!

Distraction Unable to write when writing should have commenced — squeezing blood from stone.

Shroud Hey, brilliant white spot above, clad in iron mist — Weakness is revealed!

Camera I Snap in a blink, With one eye to memory — split time like a hair.

Overcast Clouds deny Sun’s claim — filters, muting light down here we reflect surplus.

Autumn Mornings grow colder – rushing to get out the door; preparing for snow.

Difficult How can I relate In just seventeen short sounds? Nothing’s that simple.

I’m thinking about a daily haiku, perhaps – so I’m starting now: Alone Madly tapping thumbs, Isolation is complete – please put down your phones.