Haiku #152-4 - Sonnet

I've missed a posting a few days recently, so today, I will catch you up with a haiku each from Kurt, Cherie, and me, and a sonnet for good measure.  This is how we entertain ourselves during long bus trips.  Missouri overnight tonight, then Friday and Saturday nights, shows in Lincoln, NE!

I spy with my eye

something red and crescent-shaped

it is on the bus

-Cherie

(Yes, we played "I spy" via text-haikus.  Incidentally, it was the red handle to the escape hatch at the top of the bus.)

the Midwest is big

Haikus can get lost out here

free-range syllables

-Kurt

in this vast prairie

haikus turn into sonnets

that'll shut us up

-me

Sonnet #1 - Ode to Brilliant Friends

A long day on the bus I feared could cause

a numbing of the mind and of the ass.

I greeted six a.m. with no applause

And soon my phone began to me harass.

As if alarm had not been pain enough,

The texts began to pile up thick and deep.

Kurt and Cherie were riffing off the cuff, 

A clear result of brains on little sleep.

The bus's wheels went on their countless rounds

As Thursday's sun arrived to the Midwest

No subject for haiku was out of bounds

In fact, I think we wrote some of our best. 

The moral - brilliant friends will help you find:

The bus will numb the ass but not the mind.