Haiku on Wisdom/ Trade/ Morning/ Measure

Wisdom

Free information

Not necessarily truth

And rarely wisdom

A small child playing

Seemingly oblivious

Getting of wisdom

My daily ‪haiku

Exercise in ‪mindfulness

Searching for wisdom

Be good sweet young maid

And let who will be clever

A mother's wisdom

Trade

Boy followed father

Turning chair legs on the lathe

The carpenter's trade

Begone thou foul trade

Car parts manufacturing

Not Australian

The highwayman's trade

Your money or your life... Choose!

There is no contest

Morning

Morning has broken

Cracked open by midday sun

Burning through to night

Morning glory swells

So nice to still have hormones

At my time of life

Each Tuesday morning

Garbage collectors arrive

Whine, crash, bang, wallop

Mantra in my mind

Bubbles up to the surface

So, why this morning?

Measure

The tailor's measure

Like the doctor's stethoscope

Draped around the neck

Final eulogy

Will not have the time or space

To measure her worth

Like plain Russian dolls

Cooking measures snuggle up
Waiting to be used