Archives for the month of: February, 2013

Okay, technically this haiku is a sign, not a piece of mailed correspondence but I’m counting it anyway because it has to do with mail that is delivered to suites in my complex whose residents are long gone.

A year or more ago, Canada Post –as part of their cutbacks – decided they will no longer take away mail they’ve delivered to residents who have moved. Remember? You used to write “moved” on the envelope, put is somewhere in plain sight and on the next mail delivery day that envelope would have been taken away by a postal carrier. So, now carriers are required to deliver all mail even if they know a resident no longer lives at that address.

Despite there being a card left in plain sight by Canada Post stating that mail not belonging to residents should be taken to a mailbox and posted by the current resident, few people seem to do this in my building. I don’t know who they think will take those letters. We don’t have a postal fairy who does it. Much like the dishes that get left in the sink of the office lunch room, people just assume it’s “someone else’s job”. That mentality is irksome. Maybe my note will clear up that confusion. Five bucks says someone takes it down before the weekend.

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Haiku for people who don’t read signs

The letters left here

Need to go in a mail box

Posties won’t take them

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And on that note, Haiku February has officially come to an end. Thirty eight days are now left in my year-long letter-a-day blog challenge. Wow, where did the time go? So it’s back to our regular blogging program tomorrow. See you then!

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A Haiku for Sherylyn

Lost voice croaks and coughs

Communication challenge

Speak with eyes instead

A Haiku for Lucy

Big sigh from the couch

I peer over and see her

Curled up, bagel-like

A Haiku for Paul, whose accountant probably uses a calculator

Carrying the ones

Remembering the write-offs

It’s tax time again

Another Haiku for James

Scuttling, frog-like

Chalky hands and grippy feet

Up the wall you go

A Haiku for Sarah

Wee hours march on

The silent darkness deafens

Oh, elusive sleep

A Haiku for Alanna

High school reunion

Quarter century later

Will time have been kind?

Haiku for Susheela

Going to storage

Three medium-sized boxes

My previous life

 

A Haiku for Char

When the muse alights

The arrow meets its bullseye

Words cannot describe

A Haiku for Sara

The clock ticks and chimes

While calendar pages turn

Where did the days go