Eight

1.
     Gently the waves rock
     Sun hides its face, skies are grey
     The angler smiles wide

2.
     Heat, Salt and Sea Foam
     Bikinis and trunks are fine
     Sand gets in them all

3.
     Page of notes that rings
     Music from the player's hand
     was silent til them

4.
     Friends who live afar
     fill me with nostalgia.
     see who we became.

5. 
     Home alone again
     Still too far - three days away
     then bliss, contentment.

6.
     Food fried in hot oil
     To become fluffy and light
     is bad for my waist
   
7.
     Netflix shows are good
     But sometimes they end too soon
     Like Marco Polo

8.
     Your ears I will rot
     The drivel comes from my brain
     but still makes some sense.

The Haiku is one of my least favourite forms.  It seems childish and irregular, like the jagged and random thoughts of a young person at play.  Yet there is something endearing about both all the same.  And so, I give you eight haiku on this eighth day of October.  I hope you enjoy reading them even more than I enjoyed writing them.