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).

A couple of haiku for the road

storm days –

roads impassable

again

*

still don’t see

the end of the road, but

it narrows

(Both written 25 February 2024, but posting delayed until NaHaiWriMo 2024 finished.)

Also shared at 'Haiku on the Road,' a facebook group administered by Tad Wojnicki – inspired by Jack Kerouac, and also encompassing 'the road of life.' An anthology of participants' pieces, selected by Tad, is in the works.

NAHAIWRIMO 2024 Feb 29

 

LEAP YEAR

it’s always me 

who pops the leading  questions —

can’t bear to wait

NAHAIWRIMO 2024 Feb 28

 

(1)

I was taught:

try to put yourself

in their shoes

(2)

thinking

how they'd feel turns me

vegan

NAHAIWRIMO 2024 Feb 27

 

GRATITUDE

(1)

grateful

for friends who love me

anyway

(2)

memory –

garden after rain

mass birdsong

NAHAIWRIMO 2024 Feb 26

 

ZULU

Zulu –

I imagine dancers

drums ...

NAHAIWRIMO 2024 Feb 25

 

YANKEE

(1)

Aussie child, I sang

with no clue what it meant

Yankee Doodle

*

always wondered 

why he named his pony

after pasta

(2)

here

we call all Americans

Yanks

NAHAIWRIMO 2024 Feb 24

 

X-RAY

and yet

seeing right through you

I don’t see you

NAHAIWRIMO 2024 Feb 23

 

WHISKEY

the Scot in me loves

craggy rocks, rushing rivers

and single malt

NAHAIWRIMO 2024 Feb 22

 

VICTOR

(1)

to the victor –

a landscape of rubble

hospitals wrecked …

(2)

spoils of war –

surviving children grow 

new terrorists

(3)

the victor –

a planet with no more

people

NAHAIWRIMO 2024 Feb 21

UNIFORM

school uniforms

uncomfortable 

and ugly — why?

NAHAIWRIMO 2024 Feb 20

 

TANGO

takes two to …

this one clumsy – at least

on dance floor

NAHAIWRIMO 2024 Feb 19

 

SIERRA

Sierra –

wild west movies

from childhood

NAHAIWRIMO 2024 Feb 18

 

ROMEO

teenage passion 

immediately fervent –

but lasting?

NAHAIWRIMO 2024 Feb 17

 

QUEBEC

faraway 

places I’ll never see –

hearing the names

NAHAIWRIMO 2024 Feb 16

 

finally

letting my father

be imperfect

NAHAIWRIMO 2024 Feb 15

 

OSCAR

Oscar the Grouch 

how we love him – that secret 

self in us all

NAHAIWRIMO 2024 Feb 14

 

NOVEMBER

(1)

I love being

deep and sensual 

Scorpio 

(2)

I hear that song

the 12th of never 

as my birthday