Nickel and Dimed

Some losses
are five dollar ones -
big fat hurts
that everyone pays
dearly for.
Others are
nickel and dime losses,
little grieflets
gathering in grim corners.
Bits of pain-
the hoped-for friendship
a nonstarter,
a minor injury,
a favorite mug broken.
Too many
nickel and dime losses
add up to real pain.
Please keep the change.

AH.

Haiku plus Political

Chickadee displays
a sacred simplicity -
no wasted movement.
******

Slow day,
think I'll start
a new political party:
the possibilitarian party.
Platform:
believing civility,
reason, and (dare I say it?)
kindness can prevail.
Course it's also possible
we're screwed.
******

What makes sense to me
is this:
Oscar perches next to me
watches for birdies outside,
ready to pounce.
What doesn't make sense to me
is this:
political supporters
focused on differences,
ready to strike.

A.H.

Pout Party

No, I don't mean pot party. I've been feeling snarky and snarly lately. Surely it has nothing to do with the fifty shades of gray otherwise known as our winter. Can't be connected with the tone and tenor of state and national politics - no snarkiness there.
Perhaps I have been trying too hard to be sweetness and light and positivity, although my husband might disagree. Maybe it's time to indulge in a pout party , first cousin of the pity party.
No, you are NOT invited to my pout party. I am so not in the mood for company. This isn't an invitation -it's a warning.
For decorations I'm going to deface those yellow smiley faces by drawing a line thru them. Oh, I could just put them upside-down. Speaking of ...remember "turn that frown upside-down?" OMG! Gag me with a dead smurf! (a little fusion of decades there.)
Enough of this writing stuff. Time to sit in a corner and suck my thumb - but not until eating my party  favors, junk food of course.

A.H.