ERICA ADAMS UK Artist and Writer
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Poetic Form: Haiku 
A traditional Japanese haiku is a three-line poem with seventeen syllables, 
                          written in a 5/7/5 syllable count. Haiku emphasizes simplicity, intensity, and directness of expression.

TOBACCO ADDICTION

When someone you love
Drags killer smoke into their
Lungs. What can you do?


INTERNET PUZZLE
Double - you  double-
you   double-you is short for
World Wide Web. Bizarre!
 
METEOROLOGICAL MYSTERY
Precipitation
Falls as hard hail, soft flakes or
Gentle wet. Like love.

DEAD WONDER
The light of our life
Will travel the universe
After the sun dies.

SMARTEST OF ALL
Smart cars, smart phones, but
smart bugs can outmanoeuvre
Antibiotics!

SCARY THOUGHT
I touch my warm skin
Knowing in a few years it
Will be cold as ice.

CLAUSTROPHOBIA!

Bee disappears in
foxglove - not scared like me in
MRI scanner!'

Picture

Yesterday, I found the diary I’d kept of our first 3 month stay in Australia in 1988. I had made the big decision to take a term away from teaching my junior class because Maurice and I were yearning to spend time with our daughter and son-in-law who were living in Sidney, and I was in agony with two frozen shoulders at the time. 
My 1988 diary began with the following poem which I had completely forgotten:-

You can stick your playground duty
You can stick your 3 times 4
You can stick your joined-up writing
Now it all seems such a bore.

You can stick your common entrance
You can stick the reports stress
I will miss the lovely children
But will leave them nevertheless.

For the world is much much bigger
Than the playground and classroom
And my lifespan’s getting shorter
So I must do something soon.

With the absence of much money
We must work out a good scheme
So we can winter in the sunshine
And not just sit and dream.

For you can stick your cold dark winters
You can stick the cosy home
I like the freedom of the warm climes
And time in which to roam.

I will miss our good old bridge friends
I will miss my mum and dad
But we’ll be with them each summer
And I feel like going mad!

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