white flowers ...

white flowers 

by the dark lake

starry sky

Haiku in August

 (and senryu)

vegan now –

yet I still kill

cockroaches

*

silly galah

not looking left or right

trots across the road

9/8/24

hydrangea bushes –

memories of Dad

in our old garden

*

pink and blue

hydrangeas en masse

their tiny florets

11/8/24

so many ways ...

so many ways to poem

explored over countless years –

until I forget most of

(Blackjack poems have 21 syllables, 7 to each line.)

winter ...

winter

convalescence –

a long rest

dropped on my doorstep ...

dropped on my doorstep

two white petals from the bunch

she stood there holding

heavy rain ...

heavy rain

blocks out

even the moon

In Still Air

one high note

then a few more

hesitant

brief piping of a recorder

in the hands of the child

across the road

suddenly stopped 

a small music

yet full of hope

Written for Friday Writings #128 at Poets and Storytellers United, where we are invited to write about something small. I decided to write mine in the small form I've been playing with lately: textu (160 characters exactly, including title and spaces).